By Benjamin Kissell
What makes a gay heart weep? Logging onto his myspace page and finding this photo tagged [yes, this photo is from August 2008, and yes, I am wearing make-up, thank you very much]. Bad enough to be coerced by a boss [read: bullied and paid] into portraying our 'favourite' [shoot me] vampire, Twilight's very own stalker extraordinaire, but finding photographic evidence? #gayheartshame
August 2008's release of Breaking Dawn introduced a whole different level of stalker-dom [Harry Potter fans are sane in comparison, FYI] as encompassed at the bookstore where I work. Being skinny(ish) with poofy hair and strong cheekbones got this gay heart into trouble.
Not only does the book advocate a new level of May/December romance [a virgin at 117? honey, that's lame, shameful and reduces a gay heart to weeping tatters] but, it practically lays itself out as the new Stalker's Handbook.
On top of the stereotypical fans, Twi-hards, a whole new breed of fanatics came out of the coffin - StalkerMoms. Mothers of the teens reading the books fell HARD for the glittery/be-dazzled vampire as well as the muscled and shirtless werewolf. Seriously. Hard. Unhelpful are the movies; casting the most foppish Brit to hop across the pond since Hugh Grant and the most muscled teen since Adonis. Randy, middle-aged mothers across the globe didn't stand a chance.
Nor does a gay heart's stomach - I may wretch.
By our fourth Twilight event (book releases/movie premiers) almost as many StalkerMoms were coming as the Twi-hard teens. For the dvd release of New Moon I posed for 17 photos with StalkerMoms. 17. Say it with me: seven-teen.
When it comes down to it, a gay heart can only take so much Twi-hard-fandom and glitter (outside of a Cher show, noone needs that much glitter) and must run away from the StalkerMoms.
In retalliation?

Say it with me, Twi-hards: Pattinautner.