I'm not gay...

...but my boyfriend is.

Apparently Madam Sadie outted me in her interview with basil. Who knew the phrase "gay boyfriends" could wield so much power.

Well if prancing about in Stilettos and Fishnets as Judy Garland blares on my iPod while I'm waxing my eyebrows makes me gay feel free to slap me on the ass and call me Francis.

Now if you'll excuse me, it's back to the ab machine.

You don't get moves like those over night.

Image stolen from Mr. Atoz at Agent Bedhead.com.