Gay?GAY?Gay? by Johnny-Ether
A Dean Gibb tale by Johnny Ether
I’m generally content with my life. I got a successful business going, I’m popular with some of the denizens of London (and outside London), and I’m living in a modest middle-class flat. Life is good. I’d like to try to keep it that way.
But what in the name of fuck is “gay” supposed to mean? Am I merry? I guess, but that’s not the gist of my personality.
Later, I found out in a weird turn of events that the word “gay” is supposed to be a colloquial term for “homosexual”, or “likes the same sex”. Now I’ve never heard that word used in that way before, and now I keep thinking of that Christmas carol “Deck the Halls” and the lyric from that carol “don we now our gay apparel”. Jesus Christ.
Speaking of holidays, an old friend of mine once asked me why I never went on dates with women (on Valentine’s Day, of all days), and I told him