I agree.
I am not a homophobe, so therefore wouldn’t dream of ever referring to the gentleman forementioned as a light-in-the-loafers, polesmoking fudgepacker; nor other such epithet which revealed his predilection towards being a prostate protein receptacle.
HOW WONDERFUL, and RIGHT in the spirit of this post! I will also add that we shall never speak of David Brock as a chalk-licking lavender sniffing cheeky merrymonkey pole-vaulter.