ready to weir
So how much do I love that bananas figure skater, Johnny Weir? Answer – a whole lot. I mean he’s a beautiful skater and all, but I just really dig that bitchy fag thing that he has cultivated so well. And here’s the thing – I know that if I had to encounter this little boy in real life, I would probably want to put a bullet in my head – but he certainly is entertaining from afar!
Here’s a rather humorous clip from the
"I’m not going to be the shiny, sparkly flower-holding figure skater that sits here and says – ‘I want to do my best, and if I don’t then I’ll go home and try really hard and do better next time.' That’s not me. I’m going to be really angry if I skate bad, and I probably will say crazy things. That’s how I rock it."
Now, I’m going to go out on a limb here, and maybe proclaim Johnny Weir as even gayer than gay. Oh, and while I'm at it I'll share his short program from Torino... you know, where he skates to Camille Saint-Saëns' The Swan, and wears that horrible costume that he nicknamed Camille...
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so annoying!
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