" Freddy, what if I told you I was gay?” He pursed his lips thoughtfully, considering the information for a few seconds as his fried egg shimmied in the pan. “Are you tellin’ me you are?” “Yeah.” “Hmph,” he said. “Didn’t see that one comin’.” Removing the skillet from the burner, he clapped me on the shoulder. “Look at the bright side: at least you ain’t black. "

― Jonathan Evison , Lawn Boy