Let's consider the evidence; I know far more about Raymond than can be considered normal, or even healthy. I haven't actually stalked him, but I've been quite public about my obsession, in what some would consider a scary way. And I do seem to be reading and rereading his Sex Tips For Geeks a lot.
So am I gay? I certainly hope so. My flat is a fucking tip. I badly need someone to come in, clean up and decorate the place, and if I've secretly got good taste and high standards, I could do it myself. I've got enough spare money to buy a fair amount of gay crap, and the idea of anal sex doesn't scare me; as a child, a rare anal condition combined with a slightly satirical wit meant that I went through 72 hours worth of surgery to get the physic's teacher's foot out of my ass. At rugby club parties, I used to be able to perform the party trick of sitting on an apple without touching it, and I dare say I could get in shape again.
I don't see much downside to this one. The news really couldn't have come at a better time.