Possibly Satirical (But Probably Not!) Piece on Gay Renunciation

Sometimes, mostly when things are English, one cannot tell if they are straightforward or sarcastic or totally invented. This first-person essay? No idea. “True, I never liked football or fighting and I do make a beautifully light Victoria sponge when the need arises. But I shamble like a bloke, I burp and fart without shame and I’ve never really got Barbra Streisand. There was a little voice, lost long ago in the drowning din of my homosexuality, that still called quietly; the smothered, smaller voice of a boy who liked girls. And then, two summers ago, I met Olga. She was a knockout-looking Ukrainian, washed ashore as a waitress in a breakfast bar in Ocean City, Maryland.” (via)