Careful, Pilgrim!
I've already coughed that a penchant for fine Islay Malt hasn't "cured" me.
Jings! Maybe it was all those phenolics, peats, seaweeds, smoke and tannins that made me a poofter? If the difference between a straight man and a bi-curious man is 6 pints, maybe 20 years of Islay Malt has made me gay?
Gosh, thanks PPruNe, I'm saved! I'm a chemically adjusted closet heterosexual!
Lay off the Leapfrog right now Pilgrim, lest we end up skipping hand-in-hand down Sauchiehall Street; Jockstraps, fairy wings, carnations and all!
Maybe if I lay off the Lagavulin, nip over to the States and give some preened "Show me the Greenbacks for the Lord!" P.T. Barnum-style preacher $2,000 to tie electrodes to my nuts, I'll come back "normal"!
Halleluja Brother!
Flaps.
Camp is an affectation some folk feel they have to put on. Camp effeminacy is not necessarily an indication of homosexuality. I have a friend who was orphaned and brought up by 2 maiden Aunts.
He comes across as being as camp as a row of pink fluffy wigwams with glitter balls. He is, however, entirely straight.