Because I can't think of anything else to write about, here's an old joke.
A widow in Texas needed a ranch hand, and hired a homosexual man.
She was dubious at first, but he turned out to be a terrific worker, rising before dawn every day of the week to wrestle cows or herd tumbleweed or whatever it is that ranch hands do.
One night the widow got lonely and went into town to do a bit of drinking.
She stumbled through the bunkhouse door at 3 A.M. and grabbed her gay caballero by the nuts.
"Take off my blouse," she slurred.
He took off her blouse.
"Take off my pants," she snarled.
He took off her pants.
"Take off my brassiere," she growled.
He took off her brassiere.
"Take off my panties," she purred.
He took off her panties.
She gave him a smoldering glance.
"And don't ever let me catch you wearing my clothes again!"