Constantly being Fabulous

Some of us just ARE fabulous! 🎇 ✨ ☀️

He thinks that is what you like, and is desperate to land you.

Inform him during the next all-staff meeting that you might be interested if he can stop cartwheeling everywhere.

Sounds like he's a flamboyant clown.

Sounds more like a grown up theater kid. They’re all like that, gay and straight.

The type is familiar.

Every thing they say is a fucking pronouncement, usually with a pregnant pause to give time for all eyes to focus on the fucking clown.

And then every word enunciated and pronounced and Katherine Hepburned to death. It's. All. So. Very. Dramatic! (Except it never is; it's just some ancient catchphrase followed by a big snort of laughter and eyes darting around the room to see who is laughing and who is not.

OP, I'm guessing this man is very petit bourgeois and is acting and thinking about ways to feel fancier and special. I was in his shoes when I was young, dreaming of, in fact, lovely expensive English, French and Italian shoes. I was thrilled when I got my first Westons and Ferragamos. I knew enough not to tralala about it, around the office and be LAUGHED at. Your colleagues says out loud what other people think but don't say. If you were a kind person you would compliment his shoes and say he has great style.

He's just gonna fly on out of there, isn't he?

You are a sweetheart, r6.

[quote]Why do some gay men feel the need to constantly be fabulous?

It's in homage to Carol Bruce.

I actually reported to a younger gay man, briefly. I thought it must be his generation or whatever, to constantly be referencing our orientation, but I myself dislike talking about personal lives at work. He announced that he had "gotten his invitation" to Southern Decadence, that he was ordering some $100 cashmere socks (girl!) and that he had a gay celebrity friend (a comedian). Maybe it was the novelty of having a gay colleague, but I wouldn't have brought any of that up. I also did not bring up that you don't need an invitation to go to Southern Decadence, you just go.

Well, back in my day these kinds of Declaratively Fabulous Gays needed alcohol in order to tap into those vibes, so.. progress, I guess?

Everyone wants to be a diva—the focus of attention.

To bad he’s only a diva in his own mind

At a gym in the 1990s there was one this type in my aerobics class. I had to laugh when he ended up in the sauna room with me and some other guys and he got pissed that no one was interested in him.

R10 I also bought $100 cashmere socks before (huge waste of money, along with the Diptyque and Trudon candles and Cartier watches). But Ferragamos ARE wonderful shoes.

R14 Ferragamo does indeed produce a fine shoe, who can deny?

You’ll never beat him, so up the ante and slowly walk up to him tomorrow, place a bouquet on his desk, then say, “The calla lilies are in bloom again. Such a strange flower—suitable to any occasion. I carried them on my wedding day, and now I place them here in memory of something that has died.”