So I had this gay boyfriend and he and I were like, um. Not quite Will and Grace, think more gay, more liquor and more glitter.
One Saturday he and I were all gothed up together and on our way out for the evening, and we were looking hot. Hot enough that we had to stop at a bar by his place prior to our Gothtastic destination.
While at that bar we got a little toasty drunk and were doing some very dirty dancing, some smooching on the dancefloor then while we were waiting outside with some very hot other gay boys, I twirled and put my tiara on. Demanded to be called Princess.
One of the other gay boys stopped mid sentence and pointed at me and said-
"You are SUCH a homo."
We all laughed and since many people call me homo and I gracefully accept.
So that's where that comes from.
Now I'm going to Denny's and I'm having pie for dinner because I can.