A 15-year-old boy discovered, having supressed it for years, that he was a homosexual. After gathering courage, he decided to tell his father.
He entered the living room where his father sat, reading the newspaper. Reluctantly, he said, “Dad?…”
His father looked up. “Yes, son?”
“Dad…”, the boy stopped for a second, “I’m… I’m gay.”
The boy looked at his father eagerly. To his surprise, he didn’t even flinch.
“Alright, son,” he said. “But let me ask you something. Do you participate in gay pride marches?”
“No, but..”
“Do you,” his father interrupted him, “use words such as ‘fabulous’ more than ten times a day?”
“No…”
“Do you shop for clothes more than twice a month and make sure that everynone notices?” the father continued.
“No,” said the son. “I don’t do any of that.”
“Well, get out of my sight, boy. You’re not gay. You’re just a fag.”