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Originally Posted by steve2qec
Maybe in most cases, but when I was a kid I lived up the top of Fielding Lane and on a farm near us lived a farmer, his wife and thier two sons. One son was your typical strapping farm lad, the other, younger son was as gay as a lord. My mum was friends with the farmers wife and she told her that when the second son was born she really wanted a girl and for the first few years of his life he was basically brought up as a girl even to the point of wearing dresses and playing with girls toys. Could be just a coincidence but I'm not so sure.
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I take it you haven't ever travelled much further than Fielding Lane?
There are plenty of tattooed, knuckle scraping, rugby playing, gay men, who wouldn't know a scatter cushion if you hit him on the head with it.
Just as there are many totally straight, weak little men, who love nothing better than shopping with their wives for just the right shade of lilac potpourri.