Judging from some of the comments I've read in recent months, there are a few readers here who seem to have a problem with 'the ghey.' Being the kind gent I am, instead of being mindful of some people's sensitivities (or prejudices) and avoiding the topic at all cost, I'd rather post pictures like this and cause some to go blind -- or at least cockeyed for an hour or so.
Anyhow, Beyonce has finally landed the cover of Vogue
. I don't read Vogue
, but I know only the White House and broadcast television best this magazine in the age old American pastime, "Who Wants to Avoid A Negro?" So, two back-to-back Black covers is a big deal, so go you, Beyonce.
Now that we've gotten that out of the way, this post isn't really about her. It's about the kid who clearly stole her shine in the above shot.
Lil' homie is giving it, ain't he? I didn't even notice Beyonce at first. Folks can keep pretending gay people weren't invented until 1996, but there's no way you can convince me that "bitch please, this is my shot" posture isn't innate. Not every gay is that way, but I don't expect this kid to get married to a woman and coach his son's football team -- although he may have tackled a Keri Hilson fan
Here's an excerpt from the article:
As the kids are being put through their paces by a choreographer, Beyoncé makes a surprise entrance in a full-length purple gown. It slowly dawns on them that Beyoncé is standing right in front of them, and their faces are like little contained explosions. One of the only boys, Chris, actually fans his face with his hands as if he is about to faint.
Who wants to guess which kid is Chris?
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