Let’s be Yassss Kweens

I’m the majority of gay men who don’t go to drag shows because of screeching, mincing, embarrassing and repulsive individuals like you, OP

I'll be the meth addiction followed by a botched suicide that's flagged first on Instagram.

I’m snapping to applaud someone

I'm the "You go GURL!" at every mention of AOC on Twitter, yet I can't tell you anything she's ever done as a Congresswoman (which is nothing) plus I never vote anyway, but she's my QUEEN!!!

I'm the chant of "transwomen are women" before never having sex with a transman ever.

I’m the transition that would have happened if they were born after 2010.

I'm the dreary virtue-signaling and vocabulary policing, yet 80% of my Instagram posts are me at the gym trying to look butch.

Extra credit if I'm vaguely Latino (BUT I'M BROWN!) and always whining about "White cis queers", yet I still model my entire life after them and for their approval.

R7 they’re called Coattail Kweens. One of their middle class grandmothers, who they hardly ever saw and called “Gran”, was 1/2 Hispanic, but after BLM suddenly they’re suddenly fondly remembering her strife in life on Facebook and calling her “Abuela”. They’re also post slutty mirror selfies with #brownboyjoy tags on Instagram.

I am the use of the word "sickening" to mean "beautiful" or "excellent."

"GIRRRRRRL, that top is SICKENING!"

Boots the house down, HUNTY.

R8: I suppose I am a "coattail kween". February 7th of this year, I will have been out of the closet for 35 years. In the late 80's, most Latin guys were not "out", so I didn't have whole lot of role models who looked like me. I always felt more accepted and welcomed by my LGBT folk. I was too "out" for most of my fellow Latin gays.

I'm the O-kaaaaaaaaaay with the vocal trill.

I'm a flyover fag who likes to say things like, "I know, right?", "We're standing on line" and various foreign phrases to sound all cosmopolitan.

He went to New York with the choir once.

I'm the multiple tweets viciously attacking anyone who dares say anything slightly critical of adult millionaire women (Adele, Taylor Swift, etc...) who couldn't give a shit about her fans.

*their fans

I'm the lonely death in a nightclub toilet.

I'm the overpowering resentment and hatred for existence that hides behind the performative effeminate sass.

I’m the blind allegiance with any far left agenda regardless if it makes sense or not. If society switches gears I’ll act like I never supported the cause in the first place.

“Support Trans Rights for Babies!”

I'm the over 60, fat, unable to get laid average DLer who is hitting on said yass queen twink who looks underage.

I'm the "masc, straight-acting" corn-fed All American jocks from 80s vintage porn that DLers really fantasize about. I have no idea what the fuck "Yasss Kweens" are as I sadly succumbed to AIDS in the 90s.

Am I evil for finding this thread hilarious?

No just gay.

R11 u sound like a load of work, gurl

r13 I was unaware that there exists a part of country where a common expression like "We're standing on line" is considered putting on airs.

"My issues are not being addressed in this discussion."

It doesn't matter what the group it is or what the discussion is about. It could work colleagues in a office deciding where to go to lunch.

I'm going from male to non-binary when my drag career flags. But I'm still only sucking dick and riding cock.

I'll be your invitation to come through, mama.

I’m “I’m screaming!”

Damn. I wanted to be “Hunty.”

I’ll guess I’ll just be this kaween:

[quote] It doesn't matter what the group it is or what the discussion is about. It could work colleagues in a office deciding where to go to lunch.

Gurl! You needs to proofread, girlfriend! Proof, proof, proof, nah’m sayin’? Um hmm.

[quote] mediocre things in a drag show

Redundant

I'm the prolapsed anus.

I'm a black woman who's had it with white gay males appropriating her culture.

I'm the man of the house, who warns her the queen has to be gone by the time he gets home.

I'm the ball-tingling thrill I get when I utter the phrase "assigned male at birth" for the first (of many hundreds of) times.

I'm the queen who breaks ranks and says "SEX IS A MATERIAL REALITY THAIT IS OBSERVED AT BIRTH, NOT ASSIGNED" then does a sassy 'cobra' head move and snaps her fingers to a chorus of obnoxious shrieking and effeminate affirmations.

I’m the man who likes men, bewildered by all these cliché spouting halfwits co-opting our space, our history and our standing in society.

I'm the first person in the world confirmed to carry every known strain of HPV in both my throat and anal cavity.

Yaass queen @R37! Goals!

I'm every reality TV show on my recording schedule.

[QUOTE] then does a sassy 'cobra' head move

Mary!

I'm every season of RuPaul's Drag Race streaming on an endless loop.

[R21], if you are, there's space in Hell for the two of us at least!

I'm EXTRA!

I’m the reverence for Marsha and Sylvia.

I'm FIERCE

I am soooo bad !

I'm the constant reapplying of lip gloss.

I'm the praise critiquing someone's actions or performance. "Gurlfrind peed"

I'm the guy who says "Daddyyyy!" when the music stops playing in the club in Party Girl.

[quote]a common expression like "We're standing on line"

Standing IN line is a common expression. Standing on line sounds odd.

Standing “on” line is a NYC expression.

I'm the Straight Man who is also a Yasss Queen. We've all seen them, hanging out with their gay friends at the drag play, shouting 'go gurl!'

I'm the oversized 70s sunglasses.

I’m the effeminate behavior.

R1 is stupidly mistaking why most gay people don't go to drag shows.

And the ad hominem shit shows R1 to be.... unpleasant and unwanted.

The entire reason reason there's homophobia is because people care so.much about where we're sticking our dicks or where dicks are being stuck. (Special mention for lesbians, of course.)

You bitches need to get over it before all that's left is the worms going over the dirt in your graves.

I’m not r55.

I’m listening to shitty music like Ariana Grande and acting like it’s Mozart

I'm the 70 year old white, cis-male elder gay looking sickening in my YASS KWEEN sleeveless t shirt. Periodt.

I'm the mincing behavior that makes other gay men cringe.

I’m watching the QAF reboot.

I'm Ari Melber, clapping back.

[quote]I'm a black woman who's had it with white gay males appropriating her culture.

So retarded as usual.

"Her culture"! Tell black women or really anyone, it is impossible to appropriate something of which there is an unlimited supply.

I'm the stating of my PRONOUNS!

"Let’s be Yassss Kweens"

But ya are, Blanche!

Ya are!

What's more boring that a queen doing a Judy Garland impression?

It's not me anymore.

I'm Gaga's Spotify page. And I'm tired.

I'm the shit stained undies of the sloppy bottom KWEEEEENNNNN.

I’m the prolapse

I’m the werk.

I’m the vodka soda sloshing everywhere.

I'm in the DL posting a million Sydney Sweeney threads a week! SLAY, SIS!!!

I’m a Broadway gurl

I'm the younger generation of Yasss Kweens with our own jargon and unique vernacular expressions, various flamboyant personal styles, and ways of enjoying ourselves. We might be aware that we offend and irritate many of the Older Gay Generations, but honestly, we don't care about their dreary opinions on social etiquette. Most of the time, we forget they exist. Time is a harsh mistress and youth is wasted on the young. Oh well!

I’m the smell of BO covered by a dousing of Bath & Body Works sprays

I’m the day job as a Sephora shop bottom.

True story: mediocre bar in the midwest decided to try and boost their image by having a drag show (with local talent). The place has a back area usually reserved for bands, so there was a stage and a ton of room in front. The first problem was that there was no runway, so they used the main area and set up folding chairs for the audience (it looked like a church service!). The other issue was that there were no stage lights for the runway, so they turned on all of the house lights (not flattering). And finally, the only gay men in attendance were IN THE SHOW (except me, whose str8 BFF's girlfriend was doing costumes). Everyone was a frau who thought they were on RuPaul! Every "yasssss Kween!" line mentioned above was shouted numerous times. It was so ....so.... I don't even know how to describe it.

I just hope they were paid well (they did make a lot of tips, though!)

I'm booty shorts and a mesh crop top.

WWWEEEEEEERRRRRRKKKK

I’m the loud clacking of oversized folding fans.

[R75] here. For any Cincinnati dataloungers, the second booking of the event I described above is happening at Legends bar in Cheviot this Saturday, February 4th!

Dayum. R16 went dark.

Hilarious, but dark.

I'm the Asian yaaaasss kween who only dates white guys.

I'm the maxed out credit cards, overdue rent and grift that keeps on grifting.

I'm the ENTRANCE.

I am the constant dramatic pretense that boundaries have been broken tonight for the first time in human history, even if everything that happens around us has happened in actuality a million times before.

"NO, YOU DIH-ENT! NO, YOU DIH-ENT!"

I'm the back flips.

I'm the poz-pig with dry cum chaffing my thighs and a blown out bussy, how dare you sex shame me by not fucking me bareback.

I’m the RSS feed to Tom And Lorenzo.

I’m the one who asks “What’s the tea” and uses “coin” instead of “money” (“If she wants my coin she better deliver.”)

I’m the stupid leg drops.

Most accurate R1 in a long time

Let's not.

I’m the douching expertise.

I’m the mortgage payment dropped on Beyoncé Renaissance tour tickets.

I’m the rose gold iPhone with one of those holder ring things on the back.

[quote]You betta werk, Sis!”

it's werq, bitch

“I’m Trans!” 🏳️‍⚧️

“Oh my followers didn’t go up?! We’ll… I’m non-binary! Still nothing? I’m a Trans, non-binary, neurodivergent, disabled, Black,, Jewish convert, BIPOC, Latinx! Yay! 356 new followers! It finally werqed! Yassss!”

Auntie grrrrl, your face is beat hunty! Flawless & fierce, yet I’m turnt!

I use reading and shading interchangeably because my Insta followers don't know the difference so why bother? Hunty.

Gurl, I liiivvve!

....

I’m a TERF, lurking Lex Luthor-ishly in the TikTok comments

I'm the nailpolish that has become a required to complete a yaaassss kween's "lewk".

I'm also an inappropriately long dangly earring in one ear.

I’m the anal bleaching and bronzer.

I’m the breathless clamoring (mostly on social media) for Britney to be freed from her oppressive conservatorship, followed by the silence in the wake of her recent antics, now that they’ve got their wish and she's left to her own devices.

R104 the rabid T supporters 5 years from now should take notes

I’m the bar back job at Rumors.

I'm Serge's boyfriend.

Werq.

I’m the lerwk. It’s an outfit from Zara with old Doc Martens.

I’m the chipped nail polish.

I’m the unwashed undercarriage

I'm the really non-existent social skills!

I eat all of my meals from plastic or cardboard to-go containers with plastic utensils.

Let's be the OP of this thread and anyone going along with the premise imminently committing suicide.

R113 you first