“You're gay," wash stated.Rhodes nodded, a short jerk of his head, dropping his gaze to his beer."As in, you-like-men gay."Still eying his beer, Rhodes gave an affirmative shrug. "As in, you like-to-fuck-men gay.""Yes!”

“Why are you doing this?" Rod asked. "You hate gay men like me." Hunter shrugged. "There are no men like you, gay or otherwise.”

“...even if gay marriage were legalized there would still be gay men who didn't want to marry, gay men no other gay men would want to marry, and gay men who didn't want to leave the priesthood in order to marry.”

“Gay!' he chirped. 'Gay!' It was the way he said his own name.”

“I noticed you right away.” She gave me an approving look. “I like quiet, polite men. And men who wear Hugo Boss. I was hoping you weren’t gay. Or that you were only half-gay. Like Paul.”“Uh…sorry,” I said. “It’s pretty much full-time now. The pay’s not great, but the perks…”

“We sat down and Lend put his arm around me. Every single jaw at the table dropped."Man," John said, shaking his head. "All this time I was pretty sure you were gay.”