I beg to differ. In fact, I’d say that a god-damned rainbow mirrorball is enough of a hypercaricature to be the sole indicator of someone so desperate to have an identity that he’d buy one lock, stock, and barrel from a catalogue of homosexual schlock. (It could be a she. I don’t want to suggest that lesbians are immune to this sort of tragic kitsch.) Jesus, decades of fighting for public acceptance gets us this? Doesn’t anyone see that this is as bad as a Catholic with a life-size velvet painting of the Pope?
You wanna show your pride? You wanna be out of the closet? Hold a guy’s hand in public. Tell the fella in the mailroom he’s got a hot ass. Ask if your boyfriend can be covered under your health insurance. Just be yourself — I bet you’re not as truly straight-acting as you think you are. And that’s not a problem at all.