There's Faggotry Afoot.

Meet: Joey (AKA; Drinking Buddy/Rich boy/Part-time Roommate)

I'm a bonafide Fag Hag. Just look at my wonderful circle of friends and you'll find the entire rainbow, plus some. Joey is definitely a favorite. Three years running he's always good to talk to about all the heavy shit. He is that friend, the poor guy who always knows all the TMI. (speaking of which, him and Ryan are currently discussing the more intimate subjects of certain colors of certain parts. Perhaps I'm suffering of TMI)

As Ryan's boyfriend, he's around ALL THE TIME. Not that its actually a problem, he's definitely the definition of cool, but it makes him my part time roommate that never pays rent. Oh wells. Its worth it, he actually got his own key and everything. Hopefully we find him sneaking in at 3 a.m. (my cat would become a beast).

He happened to burst from the sperm stick a well off man and be purged from the womb of a well off woman he now, by default, is a well off kid. He enjoys the luxury of a pool in his back yard so obviously we're here all the time. So let me tell you, big house, pool, and mustang. He's definitely enjoying an envy worthy life, but you wouldn't know it. The dickery that generally follows money has eluded him. He's a very laid back guy with a genuine sense of humor without the Snotty-I'm-Better-Than-You attitude.

Now Joey is my go-to guy when it's time for a drink. He's my Shit-Faced Partner, nobody compares. When we get together, we run the party. And I mean own it, although we might not remember the ownage we exuded, we always enjoy the after party stories that surround us. I don't think I could party decently without him.

He fulfills my intellectual stimulation need. Logic is his thing, so much that even I am humbled. He's my therapist in a way, without the obnoxious price. Friendship with him is kind of a thing to cherish, he always knows how to make a person laugh. The most ridiculous scenarios play out in his head and he shares them without thought. For instance, while watching me type for this blog he proposes we advertise it... By getting signs and taking down the poor pizza guy and have an epic battle of signs (Sign Wars!!) until the street corner belongs. We're practically prostitutes.