I was dressing for a year (1986) in Tampa FLA and, working as a bartender (drab, except hair and earrings kept getting longer) in a swank joint, got to meet a lot of gay dudes (for the first time in my life). When a couple of them learned I dressed, they brought me into their circle. They would drag (to the hilt) on special occasions (I should have noticed these were invariably outings with GGs) so I got curious about their scene ... etc., etc. ... and worked up the courage to experiment a few times. I discovered that it really busted their buzz to see me dressed - 'take that silly stuff off' - and, soon enough, I concluded gay sex was a turnoff for me. Freddy Mercury is not my idea of hot - Twiggy is!