So at about 5:45 this morning, after I got dressed and everything, I sat down on my couch and completed my usual morning routine with the previous night's Chelsea Lately. Sadly, this morning lacked a cup of coffee, because we had no cream or milk.
I know.
That's like, sacriligious.
So I'm settling in and Chelsea Handler - one of the two female celebrity loves of my life - is hosting her usual round table. This particular round table consisted of Loni Love - who I, well, love - some guy, and then a gay guy. They're dishing about the usual celebrity gossip, and then Clay Aiken is mentioned. I begin thinking that it has something to do with the surrogacy he assisted with a while back.
Could I have been more wrong?
Clay Aiken finally came out as a H O M O S E X U A L. Yes. FINALLY! Everyone knew. And if you didn't know, then you deserve to be slapped and then hidden under a rock where you've probably been living since the second season of American Idol.
Chelsea showed the front of this week's issue of People magazine - a picture of Clay Aiken with the more matured form of his sperm donation, with the big yellow letters:
YES,
I'M
GAY!
Jesus. I can just see him sitting there screaming, "YES, I'M A FUCKING FAGGOT! AM I REALLLLY GOING TO BE TORTURED INTO SAYING IT?!"
Sorry, Clay.
Apparently so.
But it's okay, because you're fabulous and a cutie patootie to boot.
=D
~J*~
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it's about time! who did he think he was kidding? good for him. i'm sure he feels relieved to be out and proud.
(because, clearly, it's way better to be gay and fabulous than in-the-closet and tragic.)
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