For at least one moment in our shallow, judgmental, celebrity-obsessed lives, let us not jump to untoward conclusions about what this National Enquirer photograph of John Travolta touching lips with another man on the steps to his private jet might mean about his sexual preference. We see no hint of tongue, no groping fingers fumbling to unclasp a belt, nor even a nearby massage table upon which the star might suddenly flip over, cast a modesty towel aside, and inappropriately request their meeting conclude with a happy ending. There is none of that here, just an innocuous image of a famous, avowedly heterosexual male rising up upon the balls of one foot to offer a platonic, same-sex pal a fond, lip-to-lip greeting before takeoff. Quite frankly, we have no idea why the tabloid even bothered printing it.
here i always thought
cruise would be the first "outed"
scientologist.
"Do you John Travolta, take Kelly Preston to be your lawfully wedded wife"
'Yeah totally, and im gonna do stuff to her like, kiss her and hug her and touch her penis. No not that."
MrCrisp
I'm lost
August 2004
AUG 31, 2006 05:31 PM