Accept Yourself

Vance Fulkerson. Where to begin. The head of the Musical Theatre department at UNCO was arrested for filming students peeing in his bathroom. Peeing was one of the many horrible techniques Vance used for belting (Trifecta belts VERY often).

So what does the Trifecta think of our professor being arrested? Well it's quite simple really. DUH! It was BOUND to happen. As was said by a very respectable person in the MT world, I can't believe he wasn't arrested for that god-AWFUL toupee he wore first! I mean it was a crime.

And while the political cartoon above may portray Vance as not having a pot-belly, the Trifecta would like to dispel this rumor. Vance OF COURSE had a huge belly. He just wore a girdle to cover it up. Yes, a girdle. Most everyone could see it when he bent over. Not to mention the thongs all could see to. That just sent everyone racing to make offerings to the porcelain god!

And on Vance's attire. Well, let's just say that his outfit GOT OLD. Everyone always knew how to recognize Vance. I mean, he always wore the same god-awful faded Sweater with holes in it. Or the black polo he would wear (I doubt Ralph Lauren would approve of his clothes being worn like this!). And ALWAYS the clogs he would wear. Oh, those clogs. In the winter the clogs would be replaced with the most tasteless boots you could find.

Let's just say Vance gave gay a bad name. And that's why the Trifecta is here. To try to get back to the gaysics. We want good fashion back on the streets. No more girdles, guys. Those are out. Thongs only in private situations, if ever. Clogs... nough said. Boots if you're doing hardcore manual labor (we try to stay away from manual labor so we don't have to wear the horrible clothes). Wigs or toupees are better left for theatre. Just accept the fact you're balding! There are plenty of men who sport this look WONDERFULLY!! Just look at Vin Diesel. Who can disagree that he is DIVINE?

To leave you with a though: Accept yourself. Whether you be bald, fat, ugly, gay, or a creep, just accept yourself. Although, if you are a creep, just make sure you're not doing anything illegal. The Trifecta doesn't do ANYTHING illegal...

Later!

Corey

Oh, Miley...

So everyone by now has probs heard about or seen the Miley Cyrus pole dance from the 2009 Teen Choice Awards. CHECK OUT the girl's face in the background of this picture:

We feel ya, girl.

Now, we here at Back to the Gaysics are definitely always up for a good pole dance, but not by someone young enough to be called a "tween." Miley, you are 16. You are TOO YOUNG to be a skank. Get it together.

Ugh, I need a Diet Coke.

Love,

Jimmy

Chelsea v. John Mayer

I checked my Twitter a few minutes ago and discovered that John Mayer is taking on one of my favorite people, Chelsea Handler.

From what I've gathered, he's going to "tweet live" tonight during her Chelsea Lately broadcast. He may or may not have refused to go on the show... I'm sure he's just pissed about how she makes fun of him almost daily. He's so pissed that he's gonna fight back over Twitter! WHAT a man.

P-word alert!

Chelsea, we at the Trifecta got yo' back. We love ya!

Introducing Showseph!!!

Here she is, boys! Here she is, World! Heeeere's Joe!

Bon jour! I am the fabulous Showseph that completes the Trifecta. This update is just to acquaint you with who I am.

I, too, am a Musical Theatre major who adores his craft. When I was living "real life" back home I was the crazy theatre kid who always had a spring in his step and a song in his heart... (what was in his mouth varied on a regular basis.) Upon my arrival at my new school I was elated to find a bunch of theatre freaks similar to me (NO ONE is "just like me") that shared to some degree my intense passion for the art (yes, ART) of Musical Theatre. I have only one year remaining in my training and am thrilled to hit the world running next May!!!

Aside from Musical Theatre I have many other interests: straight theatre, music (mostly showtunes), movies, books (especially if they have been turned into a musical and/or movie), shopping (with or without money), and other such gay endeavors.

This is just a fair warning: I do not spend a lot of time on the computer. Well, I do, but... Anyway, I will probably not be as blogtastic as my cohorts Jimmy and Corey, but I will do my best to update often and share the fabulosity!!

Keepin' it gay,

Joseph

kiss*kiss

A Mugging on 19th Street.

Last night, or this morning, which have you, my fellow gay, Jimmy, and I were mugged. Now I don't mean mugged in the way that we were stoned with coffee mugs, but rather robbed at gunpoint.

We were walking home from my friends house (less than a block away from my house!) and we decided it best not to take the alley. We're gay and quite frankly, alleys are dark and scary and not safe. We've seen the horror movies. So we walked the extra 10 steps (it was a bitch. 10 steps clearly made the walk home a workout) on the dimly-lit street. We rounded the corner and heard footsteps behind us. Jimmy turned around and there were two men, one with a gun, demanding money. Jimmy didn't have any and I acted dumb. When the guy started frisking Jimmy, I gave my money up! He still frisked me and took my phone...

The moral of the story is this: had he demanded a blowjob, all my fantasies would have come true!

My name is Corey, and I'm Rose from the Golden Girls reincarnated. Except Betty White isn't dead. I am the southern belle through and through. I have a guinea pig named Pumbaa. Don't ask me why I have a guinea pig. Chances are, I may not have a good answer to give you. Excuses come and go. I love to spend money and am lucky enough to have a dad who'll give me the money to do it. I don't work... Putting in 4 applications in 1 week and calling back one place is my idea of working to find a job... For the year. I love my friends. All 3 of them. And that's counting my guinea pig. I love to bake, cook, eat and do anything else imaginable with food (...)!

To leave you with a thought: if you ever are walking anywhere, take a frying pan with you! The destination won't mind you cooking a meal, and the muggers will be less likely to rob you if you're crazy enough to carry around a fryin pan.

With fond regards,

Corey

It begins...

Ladies and gentlemen, we are the gays. Individually, we each are brighter than any rainbow. Together, we light the world aflame with ultimate sass, class, and brass. Our powers combined, we form THE TRIFECTA.

I'm Jimmy, the southern sassy bitch who loves song and dance (and I am NOT referring to that musical with Bernie Petes) and idolizes Judy, Barbra and Audra. I have been known to shop well beyond my financial capacities and have a newfound love for bracelets and other marvelous costume jewelries. If I'm not in rehearsal, working, studying, or in class, I'm hanging out with my fellow gays or my beautiful boyfriend. I have a sthuper cute dog named Saki; he's a nine-month-old Havanese/Westie mix who enjoys long walks and taking monster shits on the carpet. He's a real charmer. I'm studying musical theatre and history (on the five-year plan, because I'm really decisive-- 5 majors??) and will graduate next May, at which point my parents will cut me off and I'll have to be a grown up. Luckily, I will have a degree in Musical Theatre to guarantee employment in this shitty economic climate... NOT.

More about us later!

Love and kisses,

Jimmy