Rule #1
The last time I actually did ask, it was Suarez, the plumber.
And it was very much the context of the entire situation.
And I didn't come out and say "are you not crooked?"
I more than likely couched it with the "boys or girls" phraseology.
It really kinda hurts when people focus on
the word MAN in "romance."
I guess that's why it's not called "rowomance."
So for that turn of a phrase, I should be grateful.
And, for the record?
You're never really sure until your tongue is down someone's throat.
Willingly, on both parts.
Reminds me of .cep and how it never made a difference anyway.
Also like .fld
We laugh about it so much, it's good to be able to have that camaraderie.
Back to the record:
Never been in.
Never been out.
Only ever been
me.
And if you ain't been WITH me,
you got nothing to talk about.
At all.
End of discussion.
PS. It just dawned on me as I was previewing this post:
I get asked ABOUT more people, BY more people than you can imagine.
And some people feel COMPELLED to trip over themselves,
telling me, repeatedly.
I usually laugh. And keep good fuckin' notes.
Not that that's a bad thing, Jerry.
PPS. It just dawned on me AGAIN, as I was RE-PREVIEWING
(grammatically possible?)
that this is EXACTLY why I had a problem with everyone and their
fucking narrow-mindedness and
narrow fucking vocabularies calling
Brokeback Mountain"a gay cowboy movie."

[Mr. Holden: straight? or gay?]
Fuck you and your homo on the range.
It was a love story.
About people.
Did it matter?
Really?
Oh.
And one more thing.
I loved
Grace.
She was black.
She was a she.
And she had four legs and a tail.
Does that make me straight? or gay?
And am I a racist? or were we considered a "salt 'n pepper" couple.
Either way,
she's dead.
And so am I.