I watched the Tony Award's last night (as I do every year), but I wonder if I only tune in due a severe case of "Broadway Gay Guilt Syndrome". Let me explain...
I am gay. I live in Manhattan - mere blocks away from the Theater District. And yet I haven't seen a Broadway show in years. I know, BAD GAY! So to help ease the shame I feel in not supporting "my people", I watch the Tony's every year. I clap and cheer and pretend I'm right there in Radio City Music Hall. Hell, if I owned a tuxedo (or a Bob Mackie gown), I would wear it in my living room during the telecast.
And even though I'm a Bad Gay, one of the things I love most about the Tony Awards is just how damn GAY the show actually is. It is REALLY gay. Gayer than a Clay Aiken Christmas Special. Gayer than a fannypack on a Unicorn. Gayer than Sunday Brunch at Rip Taylor's beach home.
I am gay. I live in Manhattan - mere blocks away from the Theater District. And yet I haven't seen a Broadway show in years. I know, BAD GAY! So to help ease the shame I feel in not supporting "my people", I watch the Tony's every year. I clap and cheer and pretend I'm right there in Radio City Music Hall. Hell, if I owned a tuxedo (or a Bob Mackie gown), I would wear it in my living room during the telecast.
And even though I'm a Bad Gay, one of the things I love most about the Tony Awards is just how damn GAY the show actually is. It is REALLY gay. Gayer than a Clay Aiken Christmas Special. Gayer than a fannypack on a Unicorn. Gayer than Sunday Brunch at Rip Taylor's beach home.
To prove the Tony's absolute and unquestionable gayness, I present the following photoessay entitled "I'm simply GAY for Tony" ...
And, for the GRAND FINALE, I present to you the gayest picture in the history of civilization. Only the Tony Awards could manage to create such a perfect storm of fabulous Gayness.
A warning to straight people: LOOKING AT THIS PICTURE WILL TURN YOU GAY IMMEDIATELY ...
A warning to straight people: LOOKING AT THIS PICTURE WILL TURN YOU GAY IMMEDIATELY ...
I warned you...
