A crown prince(ess)of faggodom, a gay man who wraps himself in layer upon layer of the pretentious symbology of gay culture: a martha sterwart garden, textured walls with tile accents, italianshoes and trips to provincetown and bali, ad nauseum.
Mike's a great guy, genuine and funny; how he got hooked up with that uberfag Justin beats the shit out of me. I hope they dont plan to adopt.
A Shackteau is a humble, weather-beaten, structurally questionable shelter located in a spectacular or highly coveted place—Wales, Jackson Hole, Sun Valley, Crested Butte, coastal Maine, the Alps—where the building itself may be worth almost nothing, but the dirt, view, access, and mythology make it absurdly valuable.
In use:
Shackteâu - We thought it was an abandoned shed until the realtor called it a rare alpine Shackteâu with unobstructed views and listed it for $2million.