April 6, 2012
My husband’s co-worker is the most deliciously hilarious, stank, irritated, gay, black man.  So, basically, my DREAM man.  Fortunately for me, he is the one who answers the phone at my husband’s job so I get to talk to him on the daily.  The ONLY thing I miss about my work in make-up is my beloved gays: the coterie of fabulous, fierce and funny gang of boys who would tell me when I look busted and would also tell me when I looked Deee-gorgeous!  I miss the non-stop laughter, the inside jokes, the bitchery we bestowed upon unsuspecting strangers on the street and the cozy times watching awards shows, cooking culinary delights and cuddling under a faux mink throw blanket. Anyway, back to Prince.  Yes, his name is Prince.  I can’t make this shit up.  Prince is my only connection to my former qui-qui’ing (look it up in the gay dictionary) and fuckery. Prince and I are Facebook friends.  I comment on his posts just to make him laugh and he told the husband he will make posts he knows I will comment on just to have a laugh.  We’re in long-distance gay/hag romance.  (Well, they’re in Chelsea but with two kids it’s long distance from Brooklyn!) The other day I got an e-mail in my private e-mail inbox from Prince.  Here it is, unedited and for your reading pleasure.  I have added the photo that Prince attached to the e-mail for your viewing pleasure.  The face he is making is directed at my husband.  In his head he’s saying “Bitch, please….”  I know because, well…I know these things. “Hey Girl, How you DOIIINNNN?!?! So I stole your email from Derek, I been asking for it since last year. He refuses for us to be friends. I already told him we are running away and leaving him with the kids…LOL!!!  He’s a mess I tell you ! I enjoy the both of you no matter what. He writes “the other girl on phoneshere” I said who is this other bitch? It’s only me and Lola here! SNAP! Regards, Your Favorite Prince!”

My husband’s co-worker is the most deliciously hilarious, stank, irritated, gay, black man.  So, basically, my DREAM man.  Fortunately for me, he is the one who answers the phone at my husband’s job so I get to talk to him on the daily. 

The ONLY thing I miss about my work in make-up is my beloved gays: the coterie of fabulous, fierce and funny gang of boys who would tell me when I look busted and would also tell me when I looked Deee-gorgeous!  I miss the non-stop laughter, the inside jokes, the bitchery we bestowed upon unsuspecting strangers on the street and the cozy times watching awards shows, cooking culinary delights and cuddling under a faux mink throw blanket.

Anyway, back to Prince.  Yes, his name is Prince.  I can’t make this shit up.  Prince is my only connection to my former qui-qui’ing (look it up in the gay dictionary) and fuckery.

Prince and I are Facebook friends.  I comment on his posts just to make him laugh and he told the husband he will make posts he knows I will comment on just to have a laugh.  We’re in long-distance gay/hag romance.  (Well, they’re in Chelsea but with two kids it’s long distance from Brooklyn!)

The other day I got an e-mail in my private e-mail inbox from Prince.  Here it is, unedited and for your reading pleasure.  I have added the photo that Prince attached to the e-mail for your viewing pleasure.  The face he is making is directed at my husband.  In his head he’s saying “Bitch, please….”  I know because, well…I know these things.

“Hey Girl,

How you DOIIINNNN?!?!

So I stole your email from Derek, I been asking for it since last year. He refuses for us to be friends. I already told him we are running away and leaving him with the kids…LOL!!!  He’s a mess I tell you ! I enjoy the both of you no matter what. He writes “the other girl on phoneshere” I said who is this other bitch? It’s only me and Lola here! SNAP!

Regards,

Your Favorite Prince!”

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  1. lizziebartelt said: I HAVE NO COMMENTS AS THERE ARE NO WORDS FOR HOW GREAT PRINCE IS!!!!! and how much joy it brings me that you two are friends. UGH.
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