. . . you watch Beaches on DVD for the umpteenth time and realize the film’s flaws do not detract from its overall message or emotional impact. And you’re delighted to discover an Ethel Merman CD in your car so you can teach a friend about that diva’s uncanny ability to belt out a tune.
And I do mean belt.
You also know you’re gay when as a child, your tree house had a breakfast nook.
Regards,
Peter H.
Never saw Beaches. Nor do I have an Ethel Merman CD. I’ve got several Rush and Led Zepplin CDs though.
Had a few Elton John tracks on iTunes until he popped off at Hillary’s illegal fundraiser.
I lived many many years ago far back in the mountains. I think I am correct in saying that the ‘toy’ we mostly played with was not necessarly our own but belonged to the other boys. Did that mean that we were gay? All the boys became fathers, grand fathers – that is the ones that is still living – few are.
I didn’t know that that was a ‘no no’ until I got in the Army with the ‘worldly’ boys from the cities. The things have changed ‘back there’ now. They are now ‘worthly’ as anywhere else. I was probably fortunate to live when I did.
Oh brother!!! LOL!!! Love you, GPW!!! 🙂