I got to hang out with some of my middle brothers friends, not being a sports person like my oldest brother, a natural competitor but not an alpha male, and the outcast in a family of introverts and thinkers. But my middle brother and his friends were fun because of how they joked about “fags”, queers, breeders, and the like. They were actually gay, which is why their use of such language was fun. He took me to a gay bar when I was on a break from college and it turned out it was lesbian night, which was funny. So we hung out for a bit anyway. Then we went to another gay bar, and this one shocked me. It was not the one with the drag show I had seen, but it was one that was exceedingly normal and boring in the early 90s. Most all the men looked like had just got off a shift at the factory, the lumberyard, or a construction site. It was full of “guys.” None of them showed interest in me, because they all had gaydar when my brother introduced me, social butterfly that he was. But they were all nice to me, I was fortunate to learn looks are deceptive, that many people just don’t perform as “gay” as shows on TV reflected. This was just a guy bar, beers, working class, peanuts in a bowl. I could see media promotes agendas, not real life.