  Where would we be if we had no DRAMA? Relatively speaking my life is fairly DRAMA free. I guess that's why we have gay men. Don't misunderstand. I love the gay. They are cute, and funny, like to shop, will tell you when your make-up looks good, notice when you have on new shoes, will go with you to get a pedicure and hold your hand for absolutely no reason. These are all great and wonderful things. Things I wouldn't trade for all the world, but to love a gay man (or men, as in my case) is to be on a first name basis with DRAMA. We're not talking about your run of the mill high school, I saw Julie making out with Seth behind the dumpsters, DRAMA. I'm talking about Alexis and Krystal Dynasty kind of DRAMA. You know where the cat fight starts out in sitting room and some how manages to end up in the fountain out front. Waterlogged starlets are pulled from the fountain with shirts ripped, bras exposed and a clump of each other's hair in their fists. God love them they do keep us on our toes. I imagine the DRAMA quotient is fairly high with one gay man.
LBG and I have 3! That's right, count 'em 1-2-3. And usually the DRAMA is between some combination of the 3. For instance, T &amp; J fly to California to visit R. R and T have a bit of a past. They began their relationship as make out buddies and over the years have settled into a friendly type relationship. Because of their dubious beginnings their relationship can get a bit difficult at times. Anyhoo... R used to date Mr. X and still had some unresolved feelings for him. During the visit T, J and R bump into Mr. X out at a club. T doesn't know Mr. X and R had a thing. Later in the evening T and Mr. X kiss and R sees them. R is NOT happy with T or Mr. X and decides to leave. J accompanies R home because he is upset and T goes home with Mr. X. When R gets home he decides to take out his revenge.
R dumps the entire contents of T's suitcase onto his front lawn. R's neighbors come home and begin to eyeball T's belongings like they just stumbled upon a yard sale. J, ever the mediator, decides to rescue T's underwear and shoes from the front lawn and the evil clutches of the fashionista neighbors, and puts all of T's belongings back into the house. This infuriated R who intended for those clothes to remain right where they were. So what does he do? Promptly throws all of the clothes back out onto the lawn. Can you believe that? Not only did R toss the clothes onto the lawn, but he did it AGAIN after J so sweetly picked them up.
Thankfully, R and T resolved the issue and we all lived happily ever after (well until more DRAMA popped up), but that's another story. To this day J, LBG and I cannot talk about the incident without dissolving into a fit of giggles. 
