Hillary Swank, best known for breaking her own neck and Clint Eastwood's heart, lit up the red carpet at the Calvin Klein underwear show the other night. And thanks to In Case You Didn't Know, we are all reminded of Hillary's own amazing CK photo shoot some years back. Now, Ms. Swank is celebrity I find attractive, but no one else on this blog agrees with me. More specifically, I have been accused of having a crush on a transexual for digging her, on several occasions. Which raises two interesting observations: 1) I may, in fact, be the most closeted homosexual in history, so much so that even I don't know that I'm gay*; and 2) that my co-contributor(s) base their accounts of celebrities' actual lives upon whichever movie they happen to see said celebrity appear in first. Since I happened upon her first in her seminal work Buffy the Vampire Slayer (movie), I guess I immediately associate her with a bit part slutty cheerleader. Nevertheless, here's my exhibit A for defending my sexuality. .....
Hillary at the Event.... Flanked by Hillary AS the Event.
* - Honestly, who am I kidding? I'm gayer than sixteen Rose Parades going down Castro St. blasting Streisand almost as loud as my rainbow trenchcoat and fuzzy pink codpiece. sKiTtLeS!
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