Every now and then I get a really gay song stuck in my head, like “I’ve Never Been to Me” or “Son of a Preacher Man”, and I might hum or whistle the tune. When I was younger, if I caught myself doing that, I’d be mortified.
Oh My GOD, these people might think I’m gay! Should I kill them? Should I kill myself? Oh what I do? How can I go on?
It took 30 years and civil rights movement but finally, I don’t give a fuck if someone thinks I’m gay. So I can just hum away.
… yes he was, yes he was, yes he wahuzz …
BnmnG 