I do think that Ray/Jetboy was caught once with a towel around his head singing a Cher song with a hairbrush as microphone by his parents as a child and then beaten -- or else ran into a particularly drunken and nasty Paul Lynde at a taping of the Hollywood Squares. What else could explain such irrational fear?
We must thank him for his links to the prayin' Coach and Americans for Truth and Gay Bashing or however they style themselves. These are useful bookmarks for composite characters for my ongoing sarcasm.
I think I shall use the "drag name" of "Miss Massengil Park-Cruiser" for my future roman a clef. This character will be a C of C preacher who has a heart attack in the large girls department at a deparment store in Atlanta wearing his "Queen of Somoa" lingerie. He is noted for both his Paul Lynde and Cher impersonations with his select few male companions alongside his vehement public denouncing of the "h*m*s*x*al agenda" in public.%
%(Gentle Readers of delicate sensibilities, decency does not permit the author from spelling out with all vowels the notorious perversion of the "Love that Dares Not Speak its Name.")
Was it "Half Breed" or "Gypsys Tramps and Thieves" that undid you, sir?