“If you want to tell people the truth, make them laugh. Otherwise, they’ll kill you.” — Oscar Wilde
Man, talk about being born at the wrong time in history. How much would this amazing queen have rocked the fucking Intarwebs? Can you even imagine the astonishing brilliance that would be his blog? It boggles the motherlovin’ mind. Such a pity.
At any rate, this much I know for sure: If he and I had ever sashayed this planet concurrently, Oscar and I would’ve been total BFFs FOREVER. In fact, knowing me and my perpetual penchant for taking the very souls and beings of my gay male friends directly into my body, like some sort of an UNHOLY COMMUNION WAFER WITH IMPECCABLE TASTE, A BITING WIT, VINTAGE FRENCH CUFFLINKS, A COLD, COLD EYE, and a WARM, WARM HEART, I probably would’ve married him, a la Liza, a la Judy, a la Carrie — and lived merrily, profanely, wryly, deliciously, scandalously, exuberantly ever after.
Maybe next time around.
Love you, Oscie.