I'd say the normal gays are those with just the gay glaze. You can tell they're gay but it's clear the only difference between you is the dampness of their eyes, like dew on the morning grass. Then you have the shiners, whose entire bodies seem to glow like the sun. If Shaka walked into my room I'd certainly be blinded like Paul on the road to Damascus. They are clearly the master race. Horse Detective is certainly the latter type. His brightness has seared all the hair from his body. His real name is probably Sabastian.
