To my friends and family that I speak with on a regular basis, it will come as no surprise that I love Johnny Weir. Seriously. I mean it. I am in love with Johnny Weir. When I first found out who Johnny Weir was, he was 19 years old. At that time, the whole thing made me feel a little bit pervy but I'm willing to admit my love for him now that he can legally drink alcohol. For all of you that don't already know, Johnny Weir is the most bitchy and "flamboyantly" perfect figure skater ever. Oh yeah, and he is also the U.S. Men's Figure Skating Champion and, in my humble opinion, the most talented guy out there at the moment.
Imagine my distress when I read this! Lord, say it ain't so.
True, most every man involved with Figure skating is a 'mo but the ones associated with the US Figure Skating Association are old-school geriatric queers that still freak out when gayness goes beyond furtive glances, eye contact and coded speech. Johnny Weir is a princess that prances around, his sexuality on full display. It looks bad for the sport, they'd say.
Oh, by the way, there are some really disturbing photos (taken by that guy from America's Next top Model) of a topless Weir on his website. Besides the obvious fact that he looks incredibly young in the photos, they also kind of remind me of that "Little Hercules kid that made the TV rounds a couple of years ago. While you are on Johnny boy's website, why not read his blog? JW amuses me to no end.
For all of you that aren't aware of Johnny Weir's greatness, CATCH UP!!!
Drop Till You Shop (Washington Post)
Pop-Up Torino (Malcontent)
Weirisms (Dan Renzi)
