“I’m getting there. I’m getting too old for the leading man roles and I’m really tired of hets like Donald playing older gay men. Someone should do it right! Show the world how real homosexuals act: break the stereotypical limp-wrist thing.” He took a deep breath. “It seems everyone is coming out. I think Ellen did us all a favor by starting it. Montgomery would have loved it. He’d have milked it dry.”
“Yes,” Car added. “It may be time. It’s a shame so many waited until their death beds to become real.”
Ryan and Wilson nodded in agreement.
Then the wine steward was beside Ryan. He held out an old bottle of wine. While Ryan was doing the tasting thing, Wilson touched my hand.
“Would you like to dance? I’m an excellent ballroom dancer.” The small band was playing some Noel Coward pieces.
“I’d love to,” I said. “I haven’t danced like that in years!”