"Baby, watch out," said my boyfriend, "Your cape is hitting other people in the face."
"GOOD!" I shouted, cape flapping, "I hope they smother on my gayness! It's about fucking time!"
At that moment, a girl in fishnets and a short purple skirt was walking past us on the street. She yelled back "Yeah! It is about fucking time!" and I gave her a hi-five.
I thought adulthood would look different from this, but I'm certainly not complaining.