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why would the guy be gay? because of his walk? his talk? why can’t we all just be who we are? maybe a bit different (thank god), maybe a bit queer? so what? We’re men and what we like is different. I like fish for breakfast. does it make me strange? Probably it does for those you prefere cornflakes. But still: so what?