It's Raining Men
None of my close friends think I'm gay. Why is it that everyone else, basically my mother, sister, and acquaintances, think I am? Do I have that special quality? But, if I did, women would be flocking to me. It's a fact. Women love the men that don't like women. Maybe it's just something they can't have, makes them want it more. Maybe it's that they want to see if they have the power to make a man switch sides. Either way, it's not happening for me. I know I'm much less than homosexual. But, honestly, what is it? Now, mind you, my Mom caught me singing "It's Raining Men" by The Weather Girls, as I was coming home from a day of shopping. But that doesn't mean anything. So what if I like the smell of fresh flowers! Can't men like things that smell nice? Fie on the race of man! I don't dress flashy enough to be gay. If I wore more silk or velvet, maybe. Although, I do have a velvet-like shirt that's really soft and dressy. It's fabulous, trust me. But, the fact of the matter is, I'd like to know just what it is that makes people come to such conclusions...