The man test

This came to me in an email from an unsuspecting straight coworker. My comments are in blue. As yet he hasn’t been game to make eye contact since my reply was sent.


1. If you are over forty, and you have a washboard stomach, you are a queer.. It means you haven’t sucked back enough beer with the boys and have spent the rest of your free time doing sit-ups, aerobics, and doing the Oprah diet…Faggot.

On the upside, it means I can still find my wang.

2. If you have a cat, you are a homo. A cat is like a dog, but queer– it grooms itself constantly but never scratches itself, has a delicate touch except when it uses its claws, and whines to be fed. And just think about how you call a dog… ‘Killer, come here! I said get your arse over here, Killer!’  Now think about how you call a cat…’Bun-bun, come to daddy, snookums!’ Jeeezus, you’re pitched, you’re so queer.

Unlike a straight man I don’t need a dog to respect me because my wife does not.

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3. If you suck on lollipops, Ring-Pops, baby pacifiers, or any such nonsense, rest assured, you are a Gaylord. A straight man only sucks on BBQ ribs, crab claws, raw oysters, lobster backs, pickled pigs feet, or tits. Anything else and you are a Homo in training and undeniably a fag.

One would assume the criteria is actually cock sucking. A real man has no gag reflex and can stomach anything. Including a litre or two of semen.

4. If you refuse to take a dump in a public bathroom or piss in a parking lot, you crave a deep homosexual relationship. A man’s world is his toilet; he defecates and urinates where he pleases.

The rest of the world isn’t interested in your dick or your arse. Gay men know this, women everywhere wish you’d figure it out. Short version: your bodily functions, and by extension, your body, isn’t as interesting as you’d like to think it is.

5. If you drink anything other than regular coffee, you’re as camp as a row of tents. A straight man will never be heard ordering a ‘Decaf Soy Latte’. If you’ve put a Decaf Soy Latte to your lips, you’ve had a man there too.

You don’t need caffeine if you have access to quality amphetamines. The decaf soy latte isn’t to advertise one’s homosexuality, it’s to announce to the world that you have a better dealer than they do.

6. If you know more than six names of non-standard colours or four different types of dessert other than ice cream and custard, you might as well be handing out free arse passes. A real man doesn’t have memory space in his brain to remember all of that crap. If you can pick out chartreuse or you know what a ‘fressier’ is & you’re gay. And if you can name ANY type of textile other than cotton or denim, you are poofter.

I had no idea flannel, corduroy and polyester were now considered “exotic”. I’ll light a candle for you at the memorial of fallen designers, shall I?

7. If you drive with both hands on the wheel, forget it, you’re dying to tune a meat whistle. A man only puts both hands on the wheel to beep at a slow-arsed driver or to cut the prick off. The rest of the time he needs that hand to change the radio station, eat a hamburger, or hold his beer.

You can afford to drive with both hands if your passenger is operating “the gear stick” for you. Meanwhile your wife refuses to thrust her hand beneath the lard, and frankly, who can blame her?

8. If you do not send this off to all the males on your email list because you are afraid of hurting their feelings then you are definitely on the verge on being an arse puncher.

Proper arse punching requires patience, practice and a lot of water based lubricant. If you think you can plough an arse from a standing stop it means that underneath your 3rd trimester belly is a cocktail wiener. If emailing makes you feel like a man your issues are far beyond the scope of even your local fairy god-mother.

With love,

The Queen of the fairies.

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