Usually when I watch the boob tube, it means something porn-related. Yesterday was different in that I was on Dancing with the Stars. No, not actually
on the show. More like
sitting in the audience with the lovely Kimberly Kane. We were lucky enough to get hooked up with front row seats to this popular tv show.
So I think this cements my drive to win some sort of Crossover-to-Mainstream Award this year. I will start writing numerous acceptance speeches right after I post this. My first will have to be to bigwigs like Jenna Jameson giving thanks for writing books and having billboards in Time Square with her photo blown up to King Kong size. It’s pioneers like Jenna who have paved the way for someone like me to appear on television to millions of people around the world.
I now know what Halle Berry meant in her 2002 Oscar acceptance speech when she said, “Oh my God! Oh my God! I’m sorry. This moment is so much bigger than me.” Yeah, Halle. I hear you. I, too, have finally broken a barrier. Finally, average white dudes everywhere can hold their heads high and aspire to be a seat-filler. I HAVE A DREAM!!!
Like Berry, I, too, would like to thank the Academy for choosing me to be the vessel for which His blessing might flow. Thank you. I did it for every nameless, faceless white man that now has a chance because this door tonight has been opened.
The door has been closed, too. For all my efforts sitting on my ass, not one single member of the 30-40 press contingent was interested in speaking to me. They must have mistaken Lance Bass, who is on the show, for me.
I think my accomplishment will be for history to judge. It hasn’t yet sunken in with me yet, either, so it’s ok, America. I’ll wait.
Dancing With the Stars: teaching young women to dress sexy and shake their bon-bons for men to jack off to mentally. Have no fear! The next generation of strippers is on its way.