In the 70’s there was a class of gay man called “clones”, pre-cursors to the now popularly known “Bears”. To the unwashed, a “Clone” is a gay man who wears jeans, white tee-shirts and has a mustache – no matter what variation you might have made with the jeans or the shirt, it inevitably made you look the same. Hence “Clone”. As you can imagine it was a look, probably co-opted by Freddie Mercury. Clones died off when it became popular to be a coiffed gay in the early 80s (see: Karma Chameleon).

I mention this only because whenever SharkBoy and I travel, locally or internationally, we get called brothers. Or “clones” if you will.

While at Disneyland, we were one of that day’s first riders on the Monsters Inc ride. At the end, the animatronic character of Roz (the slovenly, gravel voiced company secretary), operated remotely by an unseen cast member piped up and asked us if we were brothers.

A few Canadian customs officials have asked if we were family… er.. sort of…

Countless waitresses wanting to make small talk in hopes of a better tip would ask if we were brothers.

Today I even had my computer suggest we were brothers from the same mother. iPhoto thinks that SharkBoy and I are the same. Well iPhoto also thinks that a porn star I took a picture of a few Prides back is me. Or a hot cop from the last Santa Claus Parade (bless iPhoto’s little heart!!) And also that my Mom and my English brother in law is me (Really, iPhoto? My mom?).