Darryl noticed he had a stiffy, something other than "morning wood."Originally Posted by Tasha
He recalled his vivid dream.
"OMG, am I GAY?" he wondered.
He put his favorite Donna Summer disco LP on the record player and then put some make up on to cover his acne, after which he fussily ironed his chinos.
"Maybe I am gay" he realized while espying the artwork on his bedroom walls: images of sweaty gladiators, swimmers and divers smiled wanly at him, collectively seeming to emit a mischievous wink.
"Well I never have even kissed a girl, let alone gotten to home plate, because i don't really want to."
He gazed at the bulge in the crotch of one of the gladiators, imagining the garden of earthly delights that could be found there.
"Hmmm, maybe I AM gay...better sign up for reparative / conversion therapy...either that or take courses in interior decorating."
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