So I'm on lé toilét the other day, reading one of those faggy magazines I subscribe to and I came across one of those product round-up review type things.
You need something to read on the potty. Magazines are like little snack-size bytes of information, perfect for about 20-minutes of passing interest without getting too deep -- plus the bamboo rack in my bathroom is cute but not strong enough to hold books. Anyways that's not the point.
As I read the article round-up review thing further, I noticed several things. Obviously, being a writer the first thing I always think when reading any feature is the same:
I could have done better In reality, this was actually a pretty good article. It was well rounded, not to mention one of the choices matched my own.
Now, let's pause for a moment to do a little faggonomitry: If the sum of products equals level of gayness, then I'm queerer than queer. Consider this; let it sink in. Compute, if you will, the sheer volume of potions and lotions at my disposal. Yes, I'm that gay.
While there were a few additional products adding bulk, such as an organic line that was highlighted in the article, I noted little overlap. That is to say each product on the list had a specific purpose for each designated body area. It wasn't like they listed five good shampoos. Just one. It was fairly comprehensive.
In reading page after page of product listings, my own personal arsenal felt dwarfed in comparison. NO! Did I miss a gay-points bulletin? Are there secret products I don't know about? This simply cannot be. I've had a beauty regimen since I was a pre-teen gay, there's no way some dopey lifestyle magazine I was reading on the crapper was going to out do me!
So I made my own God dammed list.
Each week, I’ll highlight one new item. Let my bathroom be your guide to beauty, dear reader.
I wanted to start with the common item: Signature Scent.

Kitson Black for men :: $65
This is definitely one of the most expensive items on my list. I'm one of those frugal bitches. Not to mention -- for the most part -- cleaning products and all that crap is the same shit in different packaging. I always make a point to read the ingredients label on something before I buy it, as there is no reason to spend two or three times as much just because of the label. Falling for that kind of shit is just plain gullible. Cologne is a bit different because they're very complicated and unique. You don't want to buy your signature scent at the .99 cent store.
I picked this one because it smelled good on me. Obviously that’s a key factor, but I can't just smell something in the bottle or a tester and decide on it. I have to smell it on me. My body changes whatever I put on it because I’m so bitter. I mean sweet! I'm made of sugar!
What I like about it: Solid, but not overpowering. The scent is fruity, woody, but not woody like a hamster cage. There’s something weird about smelling like cedar chips, if you ask me.
The packaging isn't over-done or pretentious. It's sleek, simple and classy. Just like me.
Okay, you can stop laughing now, fuckers.
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