Morrissey reminds me of my friend at work. He had an almost puerile fascination with gay sex and gay culture. It fascinated him. I was a curiosity. He liked the whole idea of it, but it was never his thing. He used to make all these risqué innuendos and he loved the whole idea of it because it was so liberating for him. He ran 10 miles every dinner time. Lanky 6 footer. But I don't believe he was ever gay. He married a woman 13 years younger than him who he used to run with. They had children and then it turned sour and things went wrong. He was (is) the salt of the earth, but I saw him change for a while. You don't imagine an athletic vegan with high principals to have a darker side. Why is it you can't ever imagine athletes being anything other than virtuous? You never associate athleticism with rancour. It's always been a very worthy pursuit in my book, and terribly middle class, and hence, unthreatening. I love men like that, who don't have a bad bone in their body. Who don't know how to be nasty. Some women call them wimps. Hes just a very gentle man. You're at ease with him as soon as you meet him. He emanates conviviality. You could easily take advantage of his good nature and his reluctance, nay, inability to cause chagrin. That's where you have a duty to cherish people of such good nature, I think, and constantly check yourself in order to not take advantage.