Come out, come out, where ever you are

Interesting little piece in the gossip/celebrity/society centre page in the Sun-Herald today. And no, I don't make a habit of reading the 'society' pages ;)

"Ever the elegant young man, there has been plenty of talk about who Ian Thorpe's lucky date will be for the Autore Ball on Friday night. Thorpe...is not likely to take his real-life partner, we're informed. Why take an unknown when you can have your pick of two of Australia's most beautiful women?"

(I'll skip the stuff about Sarah O'Hare and Elle, to get too...)

"While we admire Thorpe's ability to squire some of the world's most beautiful women to these glittering events, we think it is high time he finally introduced the actual object of his affections."

Hoo boy! I have never seen Ian Thorpe's sexuality so obviously mentioned in mainstream media. Nice example of the pronoun game, Herald.

He's not really closeted, he doesn't seem to do the fake girlfriend routine, it seems to be something lots of people know, and of course, I'm don't belive he has to make an issue of his sexuality. He shouldn't have to, and really, it just shouldn't matter.

But wouldn't it be awesome if he did come out?

Who's a pretty boy?

Went on a picnic for a friend's birthday in Observatory Park. Nice weather, and we had a lovely view of the harbour.

Sarah's boyfriend brought along his pet, which turned out to be a lovely 9 month old parrot, whose nickname is Pretty Boy. Pretty Boy nibbled my boots, jeans, hairclip, actually, he nibbled everything and everyone. He sat on my shoulder and took sunflower seeds from between my teeth. He refrained from shitting on me.

I'm in love.