“That's it, said Cavuto. You're too much of a nerd to be gay. I'm contacting the committee. They'll revoke your rainbow flag and you will not be permitted anywhere near the parade.”
“Are you gay?” asked Michael with a sigh. “Is that your truth?” “Mmmhmm,” Tristan said into the night. “Yep. Totally gay. And I'm apparently a chick too, because here we are, talking instead of screwing.”
“Your words like wings gravity they defy.My heart like a leaf on the wind catchin' rides.We make too much sense to foolishly pass it by.So I'm taking a rainbow up to the 5th floor.Steppin' out to see that you're really worth more.”
“No you are not. You are much too young to be gay.”
“And when it rains on your parade, look up rather than look down. Without the rain, there would be no rainbow.”
“I was like, Am I gay? Am I straight? And I realized...I'm just slutty. Where's my parade?”