Majorca Flats -- 343

The inimitable and delectable Adam Lambert.  Who is gay-shaded.

They glared at each other angrily.

At last, Luigi sighed, “I know every man and his dog think gay is wrong and evil. Ieven thought that once. I hated myself. I wanted more than anything to be like the footy team. All manly and macho and straight. I fucking begged God to make me straight. And He never did.�? He turned away and stared into the distance. “You know what? I think God doesn't give a flying foo-foo valve about gay or straight. And half the fucking priests in the Church are gay. I'm me, Coads. I know I have faults. I know I'm effeminate. And over-obsessed with clothes. I know I'm not perfect. But, Coads, I've struggled hard to learn to like myself. To learn to love myself. To accept—to be happy with—what I am.�?

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