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Can I just talk about that for a minute? For a community that celebrates diversity, I have never been accepted until I'm on Project Runway. And I have tried. I'm just a bizarre person, I guess. I'm not fucking Brad Pitt. Maybe if I had time to work out. I don't know, I just look at those people, I'm like, "Where do you find time to do that?" That's the time where I'm watching Gastineau Girls or, like, ordering Chinese. I don't understand how the gay community and culture has become such a clonefest. It's horrible for me to watch. When I was young, there was that guy from Are You Being Served? and Boy George, just flamboyant, kind of interesting gay men. Then you grow up and you're 30 and you walk into a bar and everyone looks the same. [...]
I just don't understand gay culture. I'm not an activist. I auditioned for Queer Eye for the Straight Guy back in the day. After seeing the show come out I'm like, Thank God I did not get on this, because if I had to go down to Gay Street next to Straight Street and have to be a part of the Fab Five and say "Cheers Queers," I'd kill myself. [...]
If I was 21 and going through this, who would have wanted to watch a sloppy, drugged-out fag? That was me. Now I'm just a sloppy fag. [...]
Getting recognized is creepy but still very exciting and cute ... loads of white-trash people love me, some gay guys, lots of weird 300-pound drag queens who, you know, somehow identify with me. [...]
Have they named a street after you yet?
Eww, they better not.
- jay mccullough, interviewed by Dennis Hensley, "He's in and he's out," Advocate.com March 1, 2005
posted March 03, 2005 in politics, print, speech. 20042003