Oh, Manchester, So Much To Answer For

I dearly hope my fellow fags remember Gay Aiken's remarks like these when, inevitably, he comes out some 5-10 years from now in a desperate bid to revive his then-flagging career. (Unless he's modelling his career on Barry Manilow's - in which case, good fucking luck, Clay, 'cause Manilow's a performer; you're just some boy singer.) It's not that I want to claim him for my team - I mean, artistically he's a pile of shit (covering "Without You" and making it his new album's first single? 'Nuff said) - but some honesty would be nice. Fuck you and your evasions and lies, Aiken. Fuck you.