One of the more amusing things I’ve encountered is guys like this who style themselves as Gay Icons, and then are shocked when everyone comes to the logical conclusion.

I remember taking my wife to a birthday party down south, behind the Orange Curtain. It was for my old bass player from way back when, and some guys from that time were there, including one wearing, I kid you not, black leather chaps, vest, and captain-style hat. It wasn’t a Village People costume; he’d ridden down (from Vegas, I believe) on his bike, and this is just what he wore. It was all my wife could do to contain her laughter whenever she saw him. Looking back, I have to believe there was something tongue-in-cheek about the getup. We didn’t say anything, though. You never know.