Roseyland

See that guy on the right? That’s my senior year college roommate John. The guy on the left is his gay partner/lover Rob. If you look close, you can see that they are wearing nothing but body paint, man panties, and shoes. They are dressed up (or down) as corn for Halloween. I assume they went with corn because they are both from Nebraska. There is a lot of corn in Nebraska. Their dog, Chi, is dressed up as a pumpkin. In the picture below, you can see Chi dressed up as a purple monkey. It looks like Chi got two costumes this year. Lucky dog.

The next picture is John and Rob’s refrigerator in preparation for Market Days. Market days is this gay and lesbian street festival in Chicago. Apparently it’s a big deal. Notice the obscene amount of gay pride themed jello shots.

So why are we here? I don’t know. Somehow I saw that picture of John painted as gay corn on the cob, and I just had to blog about it. John is one of my favorite people in the world. I lived with him and four other guys for two years in college. We all pledged to the same fraternity as freshman, and it has been good times ever since. All of these guys are a million times more interesting than me, but John is particularly interesting, because he’s gay. Well not just because he’s gay, but also because he was a huge republican in college. He worked on republican candidates campaigns, he went to the Republican National Convention in 1996, and he screamed with girlish glee when he found out that Bill Clinton put a cigar in Monica Lewinsky’s vagina. That probably should have been our first clue.

John was also student body president for two years and president of the young republicans for 3 years (I think). We used to debate politics a lot in our quad. John was always the staunch republican. To be fair, John was never a fan of the religious right. We both shared a deep distaste for Pat Robertson and his ilk. I guess what I’m trying to say is that John being a super republican in college makes it all the more wonderful that he is now a gay man living an all out gay lifestyle in Chicago.

I wish I could tell you about the time that John got drunk, threw a pear against the wall, stripped naked, put on a life vest, and tried to strangle me over a can of mandarin oranges, but I promised not to blog about things that could get people arrested. So there you have it, the abbreviated story of my gay republican college roommate John. I’d like to thank John and Rob for letting me post this and use their pictures. You guys are awesome. I’ll come visit someday.