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out of the loop...

OK, so I'm obviously a little bit behind on the whole which-singer-did-something-crazy-on-tv-that-is-getting-them-shunned-by-everyone thing....even though I'm certain someone else has done worse.

So I come across an article about all of Adam Lambert's upcoming tv appearances being cancelled. So I do a little googling and see that Adam Lambert kissed a dude during his performance...and had some dude fake giving him a bj...among other questionable actions these were the two most talked about.

I'm here to say, what's the big flippity deal? Britney, Madonna & Christina made out on live tv, in a similar situation...and people thought it was the coolest dang thing since pre-wrapped sliced cheese...so right there there is absolutely NO grounds for the kiss to be any big deal. Besides, I saw the pictures, and I'm not completly convinced the keyboard player was in fact male.

As for the fake bj, have you ever watched ANY of Britney's performances? The entire thing is one huge orgy, I've seen her 69 some hot dude in leather as part of dance moves....I've seen her get gang raped by lots of hot dudes in leather, and seen what appears some hot dude in leather pretending to give her some "oral stimulation." Queue every other skanktastic pop artist's performance...they're all about sex.

I think the real issue at hand is the fact that it was two dudes. People are afraid of gay like it's the plague, or a wild bear who's babies were just killed and she hasn't eaten in 3 years and you just rubbed raw meat all over your body and you're standing 2 feet away from each other - - - and it's the most f*cking rediculous thing ever. Grow up. I can find you a million other things that can actually harm you to be afraid of.

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