The Gay Cabaret !!!

So I host a karaoke show every Friday & Saturday night. It's in a VFW ... where men are men, and so are the women! LOL

My boss, the bar manager, is a Vietnam vet - combat hero - a real man's man. Semper Fi and all that. I really like the guy; he's very good to me. Gives me nights off with pay sometimes. A Good Guy, Really.

Except

He has this thing about gay guys. I dunno; maybe he was a victim of homo molestation as a boy. I'm not sayin' but, I'm just sayin' ya know? Anyway, he just cringes whenever they're around.

Well - as of late, I have attracted a troup of gay singing cabaret performers. They come from the local playhouse. After their gig is over, they all come pirouetting through the door - big happy smiles on their young beautiful faces. They're there to sing their lungs out - and that's just what they do. And boy oh boy, can these boys sing! They belong on Broadway, and I shit you not!

Anyway, for some reason, they just lurv me. I mean, they fawn all over me, and can't wait to come perform for me. And I, of course, feed into their flamboyant girliness. They're just so damn cute.

So, while all this love is running rampant between us all, there's my boss sitting at the bar cringing. LOL ! I love it. He's so visibly uncomfortable, that the more he squirms, the more fuel I add to my boys' flamboyancy. It's such fun!

And what's funny is, these guys are talented, they're friendly & respectful of everyone, they spend money at the bar like nobody's business - and quite frankly, it's refreshing to look at pretty people for a change, instead of the usual old crusty vets who are always at the bar.

I L.O.V.E. my gay cabaret!