Isaac Mizrahi is my hero. It's that simple. I don't care that he's gay. I don't care that he babbles inanities on cable television. Isaac Mizrahi is my hero because he felt up one of the world's most prized bosoms on television.
I often think of doing similar things. Often, I can barely restrain myself for reaching out for a handful of female flesh as I watch women pass by in nightclubs; but what Mr. Mizrahi did is something else. He must have no impulse control. I aspire to have as little as he did.
The expression on Scarlett Johansson's face interests me as well. I can sympathize because the only group of people who are more likely to get away with copping a feel than gay men, are straight women. I've had women feel my arm coyly, fondle my chest temptingly, slap my buttocks wantonly, and grab my crotch brazenly. As much as I appreciate female attention, much of the attention I receive results in awkward situations. There isn't much one can do other than smile.
I know I smiled when I saw her smiling.
Watch the video.
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