I had Christmas lunch today with co-workers, including a new team member. After a glass (or two) of pinot gris, my straight middle aged boss says “Tell the new guy what you do in your free time!” I look at the new guy, he looks at me. I know he’s trying to guess what I’m going to say, but there’s no way he can. He’s thinking I foster cats or arrange flowers. Maybe paint abstract watercolours. The words are still tricky to get off my tongue, but I say “I wrote a gay romance novel.” I can see the new guy was not expecting that. The people around me laugh hysterically. I assume they’re laughing at his expression and not my literary aspirations. New guy looks baffled.