These characters are not mine. Just wanted to go through the procedure

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"All of these women! Why? Why have I slept with them? I just had to kept any unwanted focus off of myself, didn't I? It's no use now... I should have admitted it to myself long ago- I'm as gay as Gil Chesterton."

Dr. Frasier Crane, he who has attempted to bed so may women, was through with covering up his true desire.

"I'm amazed that they have not looked at me as such already!" he mused, a slight smile crossing his lips, "I am not Bulldog's type of man, or dad's, for that matter."

Edward, that older gentleman that his opera date had tried to set up with Martin...! Frasier still remembered that night with amusement, but secretly he felt jealous and frustrated.

"It could have been me!" he thought morosely, "I could have had a chance with a man that night! ...How can I go looking for men to date when I'm a public figure?"

He thought of Gil, wondering if he was truly gay under his effeminate, catty mannerisms. "That dream that I had of him coming to me, in that romantic bedroom, that tatoo on my arm... I tried to deny it, but that part of me kept coming back to me in dreams... and those countless flings with women... my efforts to convince myself that I was not gay have failed."

Gil... would he be interested? He fancied the catty blond, but was it merely because of his availability as a gay male?

"Great! Where do I go from here?" The thoughts of Bulldog that he often had came up again. The fantasies of Bulldog coming to him in the bedroom, wearing but a towel about his waist, smiling seductively at Frasier as he let the towel drop... softly and deftly approaching the Frasier's naked form on the bed...

He fought the thoughts back. "No! I can't! What would he say? There will be a rise among so many people about this, and what would Bulldog say?"

True. Bulldog was a tough, if rude, person, and he pestered Roz to no end. Bulldog had done almost everything short of force to get Roz to have sex with him. It agonized Frasier to no end. Here was this man that made him tremble, who made him burn, chasing after women.

A trembling breath shook him and he blinked back a tear.

"How? I'm the doctor and look: I don't know what to do for myself."

How would he find a boyfriend for himself without causing backlash?