Shall I come out of the closet?
Yesterday morning in my solid gold shower closet I admired myself in the full length mirror. I've always wanted to continue with my image of Mr. neutral, a bit like a giant Keith, Barabry's boyfriend who has no genitalia. But I think that I probably have genitalia.
Today a lady cleaner accidentally came into the shower wing with a mop and bucket and prompted me to think "Yeah that's what girls must be for!" She yelled at me "Are you coming out or what? You've been in there since yesterday!" So folks there you are I'm coming out of the closet today!!