Michael is a pinko-socialist tree-hugging neo-pagan gay who believes in marriage equality, unversial healthcare, and magic of unicorns. Along with his trusty sidekick and husbwife, Noka Davers, he spends his time fighting injustice, educating the masses on the power of niche markets, and burning Karl Rove books on tape. To supplement his income and Noka's shopping habits, he moonlights as a Marian Harris impersonator. He is the secret lovechild of Dixie Carter and Bea Arthur - inseminated with the seed of Harvey Milk - and enjoys Thai food, Americas Next Top Model marathons, and the color plaid. This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it
Christopher Hayes, Master of the Universe
Mr. Hayes thinks the world would be a much better place is Reagonomics actually worked, Iron Man was real, and there was a restaurant that just served corn. As Columbus's most eligible bachelor that no one knows, he constantly wrestles with the paradox of being universally wanted while still having very few dates. As a Catholic, red(ish) head and dyslectic professional queer publisher, he lives a life of irony prolifically demonstrated by his allergy to ginger. Not nearly as poetic, Hayes is also allergic to nut-meg and onions, which make him a narcoleptic poopaholic, and his Thanksgiving dinner a bitch. When not drunk on Appletinis or Manhattans (yes you can like both) he enjoys waving at other Jeep owners, watching Cougar Town and dreaming of the day when Garbage will go back on tour. Ok, the last two happen whether he's drunk or not. Hung-over or not, he's always grateful for his family and friends who love him despite his incessant mumbling and his unnatural hostility when doped up on caffeine. This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it
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