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OUT: Have you ever had any sex with a girl?
OUT: You went down on her?
OUT: Was it gross, or it was just not what you wanted?
AL: It was a little gross because I don’t think she was as clean as she could’ve been. It wasn’t the act of it that really turned me off. I don’t really remember. I was 18 and I was drunk. Or maybe I was 17… The point of the matter is that I would not rule it out. The idea is intriguing.
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Tila Tequila penned an open letter criticizing the policy of “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” (addressed, like her Twitter updates, to “everyone”), intended for the eyes of President Obama, which was posted on Global Grind this week. In the piece, she details the journey of amazian Dan Choi, whose public profile has skyrocketed since he came out in defiance of the policy–and as a result, was booted from the military.
Being an openly bisexual woman myself and having a lot of close gay friends, I have always HATED that policy, which pretty much tells people that in order to serve our country, you have to live in secret.
We get it. And we laud her efforts, but we can’t help but think she’s missing the point a bit.
See, being bisexual and having gay friends isn’t the reason to hate the “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” policy. “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” is unfair and wrong. EVERYONE should hate this policy, regardless of their personal perspective on sexuality. End of story.
TILA: Hurry up, betch, and kiss me.
COURTENAY: Hold your horses, lady! I gotta uncross my eyes first.
TILA: Ughhh. Not that again.
COURTENAY: Yes, that again.
TILA: I sure know how to pick ‘em.
COURTENAY: (hysterically laughing) Betch, pleeeeeease. Do you know how much my daddy’s worth? I could buy your little Chinese ass if I wanted to.
TILA: Dude. I’m Vietnamese, you dumb slut.
COURTENAY: What’s the diff?
TILA: Good point. Did you get those wonk-eyes uncrossed yet? We gotta make out, betch. People don’t believe I’m bi and I really really really need the street cred, ‘kay?
COURTENAY: And I really really really need people to know who the fuck I am. Hanging out with other rich betches is not really helping. (beat) You’re right. We both really really really need each other.
TILA: That’s what I’m sayin’! Trust me. I have the Mid-ass touch. Everything I rub on turns to gold.
COURTENAY: Alright, alright! I’ve almost got my eyes uncrossed.
TILA: Fuck. We’re getting nowhere with this. (sighs) Just take the picture.