Last week I was sitting with a coworker of mine and having breakfast, and she was talking about her wedding next year. Completely out of the blue, she asked me "When you get married, are you going to be the wife?" I first snorted out my tea and the proceeded to choke on the half-chewed morsel of muffin in my mouth. I honestly thought she was just pulling my leg, but when I looked up at her, she was actually staring at me, waiting for my answer! I gave her a very loud "Seriously!?" and that shut her up. I mean talk about a cliche - asking a gay man if he's going to be the 'wife' in the relationship. Some people really need to update their knowledgebase on gay men - we all don't worship Kylie, listen to Madonna, and lip-sync to Cher. We don't need to buy Prada, Fendi, and think that Gucci was sent down by God.

Today I stayed back in church a bit longer after the evening service, and discovered that there was a novena for all the 'lost and hopeless cases'. Yup - apparently if you pray to St Jude, he'll sort you out. The patron saint of losers - and here I thought it was Dame Edna.

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