This one is really just for those of you are not fags or dykes, or otherwise queer; the rest of us know about this already. We live it.

There is still nothing in the universe worse than a queer.

But more than anything else, the absolute worst thing that can apparently be said about me among the spurts of hate mail I invariably receive whenever one of my more politically charged columns pokes at the oozing sores of rage over at some right-wing Web site, is this: I must be gay. Really, really gay.