Had a uncle that was Gay. He owned a clothing store in Baltimore. At the end of the year there was always stock left over. There were the shirts and stuff he thought were fashionable. He gave these away as Christmas presents. Now, I have to say, I always liked and respected my uncle. But his sense of fashion was entirely outside my own. My mistake was that I wore some of this stuff, as a teenager and into my 20's. And I didn't know what a flag these shirts and pants were. It was much later that I talked to old love interests, and they told me, they thought I was Gay at the time cause I was wearing Gay clothing. This never occurred to me. This Uncle died three years ago. I took every thing he ever sent me, and burned it. And not because I didn't like him, it just always sent out the wrong signal.