Today I was at St Lukes when I overheard the following part of a conversation between two teenage guys.
“That guy, the guy who always comes to our practices – the pretty guy, the guy who’s real pretty – he’s gay. I know cos his cousin told us that this nephew walked in on him and Johnny and they were both naked and they were both lying there naked and when they saw him they both jumped and he was, like, “I told you not to massage my back!” He’s gay even though he’s got a girlfriend even though he’s been going out with her since third form. He’s probably bi. He’s at least bi cos he was like, “Don’t massage my back!” and his nephew saw him do that with Johnny and they were both naked.”