As a kid I enjoyed watching buff, sweaty men twisting themselves like pretzels. Yep. It's true. I was a pro wrestling fan. Now that I've opened the floodgates with that embarrassing confession, fast-forward to today:
I like Enya, Elton John, and Annie Lennox. I'm soothed by candlelight and drawn to warm colors. I've never repaired a vehicle. I get choked up when I hear Ernie sing about the moon. I've never been to (nor wanted to visit) a strip club. The LOST finale made me sob like a baby. I could often relate to Frasier and Niles Crane, but rarely to Martin Crane.
Wow. As I list these things it's suddenly clear. I'm as queer as a three-dollar bill.