Next: the true Tyrant dropped me an email last night saying he isn’t the “Gian” in the comments above. (It goes w/out saying that “jags-girlfriend” is not JAG’s girlfriend either. So ya know, there is no “JAG” in the non-fiction world.)

Last: I’d like to publicly apologize to Mr. DiTrapano. After hearing from him last night, I’m willing to admit that I was misguided in my reading of his piece. I thought he’d written a brilliant satirical confessional. Not hard to believe, I think, given the content of his post. Ultimately, though, I didn’t believe him based on our HTMLG dialogue, which I referenced above, and then there was Derek’s statement, which seemed to underscore my point. I thought Gian saying “so-and-so turned me fag” was perhaps a familiar trope of his, a running joke among his friends. It appears that’s not the case. He wrote me: “I can assure you, I have never written anything more true in my life.” With this understanding, I’d like to reiterate Ryan Scully’s comment: “You got guts, motherfucker.”

Sincerely… with heartfelt apologies.

Is that any way to talk to someone to whom you once wrote affectionately: “I’m drunk and what am I saying? I’m sorry, Jesus. Forgive me, Jesus. Thank you, Jesus, for making me gay.”

That’s you, man, late-night on HTMLG. It’s also why I don’t believe you.

Now… if you’re honestly saying Ignatius, the panini guy & a 3am online chat with me all “turned you gay,” then perhaps I’m the one who’s confused. If so, brutha, I do apologize.

Jesus Loves You

You have a stupid name. Change it.

love,
Gian