I'm an aficionado of restroom graffiti - good, graffiti that is. Of
course "good" is all in the eyes of the beholder. But my
favorite of all time was many years ago on the wall of a stall inside a Sears
and Roebuck store (when they still had that name).
On the wall was written in lamenting disdain in blue ink:
"My mother made me a homosexual."
And written just below it in a different handwriting and different color pen
was:
"Gee, that's great. Have her make one for me
too."
Both mothers and fathers have significantly more to do with making
homosexuals (gay or lesbian) than either genes or outside factors do.