In Provincetown Massachussets–gay nirvana–a few years ago (with my wife, okay?), a friend of a friend, an older, gay Austrian or German guy named Klaus, while unsuccessful at persuading me to do a “bump of coke” with him, did get me to admit, after getting me totally sloshed on scotch, that I was 1% gay. It made him so happy, and it’s no skin off my back. Heck, even Joe Sobran admits he’s gay, in a certain sense.
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