Apparently, some closeted gay conservative took Scott (of Scott-o-rama) to task for having the temerity to write about politics. He wanted Scott to go back to
Probably the best thing about blogging is the freedom to write whatever and whenever you want. Also, the ability not to read any blog that you don't like. Cthulhu knows I'm not giving up writing about the gay sex any time soon, but if I felt like it, I could. So as a way of driving that point home, today's post is about something completely different. Please enjoy these pictures of cheese. No, really.
Don't try to put me in a box! (Unless there's some good cheese in there. And maybe a baguette and some nice red wine. And a bottom who kisses well. A boy can dream, right?)
By the way, we'll be back to regularly scheduled programming shortly. As much as I adore cheese, I don't want to talk about it on The Neighbors Will Hear because I worry that men will get the wrong idea. Let me be very clear: I do not like cheesy men. That statement stands for all meanings of the word "cheesy."