Tink, I'll trade you my straight for one of you gays. Of course I'm betting my straight would land you in jail, and your gay would be on foot in the grave by the time I finished college.
I have NEVER met Cheyenne Jackson. I have never hung out with him in his dressing room, he did not tweet me, he never bought me a beverage, and he mostly certainly didn't tickle me. . .that is all.