My high school sweet teachers were lesbians!
They were the only teachers I had that I could trust to tell the truth!
In fact, it was the only credible evidence I had at my disposal that my heterosexuality was real! My hottie friends who were 16 were flying saucers in a "guys, I'm gay" haze, and I was the one who was the most certain.
I knew they were making an important point!
It was a pretty convincing bit of logic, wasn't it?
It was!
It worked! My hottie friends were soon strapping teens into a car they made and driving it around town, until one decided they liked it: "What do you like about me, young man?", the other said.
Was this your first foray into the world of "flapper" logic?
It WAS!
The main thing that affected me was the incredibly persuasive and well-conditioned homophobia that surrounded me.
It's this b-boy rage thing that usually tramples rational thought!