A Woman of No Importance?

“The only thing worse than being talked about is not being talked about.”

I wish one particular sad queen would take this to heart and appreciate being talked about.
But then I digress, lets start from the very beginning.

So another party looming on the horizon, like a natural catastrophe, another one of the season's highlights, and who but Kiki Jr. is my winning ticket, this time more of free pass, to the party.
Its a roof top party (very 90s), all the vicious queens are there, and there is a hint of excitement lurking somewhere.
We even wanted to go shopping for the perfect gown for the spring ball.

But flowers may bloom, and burst with scent and color, but queens are vicious, filled with hatred and vile.
Just a day before the party Kiki Jr. calls me, distressed, explaining that I was declared, yet again, as a persona non grata.

The particular sad queen, who was organizing the party, told Kiki Jr. in anguished tones that she would feel incredibly uncomfortable if I show up, given my readily attempts to antagonize my fellow queens and my unseemly behavior and overtly effeminate mannerisms.
My first reaction was, Suck my dick you little spineless bitch!
If you have something to say, come say it to my face!

But then I thought, if that particular sad queen was terrified I might diss her, her choice of clothes and music, in the event I actually manage to go to the party, then I will just diss the bitch anyways.
See, sweetheart, you can't win.
Blame it on cyberspace, or in this case Google.

So, lets start, who made you mistress of us, you little twat?
I have been crashing parties for the past ten years, why is yours any different?
What, you will have bouncers at the door?
As if its actually "your" party!

Its not my problem, you think brown is in, or that ghetto style is a new discovery.
And its not my fault that your idea of being witty and clever is rolling your Rs and reciting brand names.
If you have bone to pick with me, then go ahead!
If you can't match it, then run along sweetheart and go back to your pitiful attempt at putting together an interesting track list, instead of playing the same song 10 times consecutively, thinking nobody will notice.

If you think gay speak is vulgar, then you haven't heard the less of it yet.
I'll show you vulgar!

Linguists, sociologists, psychologists, are still trying to figure it out till the very moment these lines are being written.
And you just dismiss it as vulgar!
Do you have any idea how complex the process of doing it is? Especially in an extremely difficult language as Arabic?
You don't.
And that is just ignorant.
If a bloody group of Standford professors can not explain it or give its due value, then the hell you can't.
It takes tremendous balls (something you don't have unfortunately), a significant amount of creativity (you could use some of that yourself) and so much character(something completely absent in your case).
Now I might not be the best one to represent Gay Speak, but I am definitely a very proud advocate of it.
This twisting of language, and social and culture norms only reflects talent and creativity.
It can not just be dismissed as vulgar from some lame ass socialista!
I think Gossip Girl just went that way!

I hate to be the one breaking the news, but this is not the upper East Side, and we are long way from New York, so wake up and smell the Nile girlfriend.

You shove your uptight, boring party, up your sorry ass for all I care.
And surprise surprise I will diss you anyways.
Party or not.

And honey, brown is definitely not your color!