Is there a gay man alive that hasn't, at least once, pretended he was Olivia Newton-John? If there is, we haven't met him yet (which should give you an idea of the kind of crowd we hang around with).
Last night, I graduated to the next level of homosexuality and Asian-ness, by performing "Xanadu" with my hag, Kelly, at a drag-hostessed karaoke night.
Yes, that was me. And my falsetto was just fabulous, thank you very much.