Next time you see a Gay War Veteran from the Metrosexual Battles of the early 2000’s don’t judge them. Instead, maybe buy them a bowl of CHESTNUT AND SHERRY SOUP WITH TRUFFLE GARNISH for fuck sakes. These guys put there asses on the line so we could point and laugh at their Czech Disco Jeans and Randy Jackson brand tops while feeling extra Heterosexual about ourselves. Some of them even went as far as being bi-curious, hanging out at bars in designer hotels or working on TV stations around the world such as Toronto 1; so that other men could enjoy the freedom of getting wasted and look for some “trim” in formerly crowded Taverns.
Additionally, in an odd way it brought parts of the heterosexual and homosexual communities together (no homo) and helped bridge a gap between them. Both communities often found themselves mutually pointing and laughing at these Metrosexuals Casualties of War.
Sadly so many of these brazen men have come back with post dramatic stressed jean syndrome and often kill themselves by consuming a bottle of $300 cologne or fashioning a noose from a series of designer scarves.
So next time you see one of these fellows, mince up to them and whisper “Thanks baby doll” in their ear.

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