Chapter 5
The armchair quarterbacks of the Internet, bloggers and website critics, are like baby birds, heads always tilted skyward squawking for more. I did my best to remain willfully deaf to the growing chorus of boos and closed my eyes the way John Travolta must to avoid all those accusations of inappropriate behavior during massages. I forbade the intrepid from helpfully telling me what was being said, but enough began to bleed through my barricade to give me a persistent loose stool.
But everyone gay, everyone gay-friendly, everyone who once breathed the same air as someone gay, were in a state of soul-depleting agitation. Recognizable national personalities began to pile on and trash me. Being name-checked by a commentator onOutQ channel on SiriusXM was decidedly not on my bucket
