Man, being at home with your parents is boring. Very few gay things happen. Except today, when we were talking with our Dad about our friends back in NYC. He asked about our most recent ex-boyfriend, and we told him about how we ran into him at Beige recently with his replacement bf. We said we were extremely proud to be seen there on the arm of our tall and handsome friend, but refrained from voicing our true opinion of the ex these days.
Our dear, straight, manly dad looked at us.
"Hm," he said, nodding sagely. "He got fat, didn't he."
And to think we were ever afraid to tell this man we were gay.