No, they do not...
cause I can't walk two steps in them without falling flat on my face.
Except in bed, I am a total failure as a gay man. No sense of fashion, no need to be perfectly coiffed, not the slightest interest in all the Queenly things a gay man should care about.
I try to pass it off as being in butch drag, but folks see right through it.
The irony - the true irony of it all: My ultra-super-extremely-mucho-macho-heterosexual brother would fit perfectly into the clipped with a ruler, sharp as a razor creased, perfectly styled, always neat and tidy, interior-decorated within an inch of it's life house, ideal gay world. He can even dance and blow rings through the rings with his cigarettes...
So, sorry, was just teasing.
I don't have a problem with men who are effiminate, by the way...just so we don't get into that nasty bit of name calling again. One of my dearest, oldest friends here is 6'5", so even taller than I am, built like a brick out house and she is royalty right down to the boas. And lisp. And extended pinky when she sips her wine-spritzers.
I am happy if my socks match, much less my purse and shoes.
One thing I did think of after reading this thread - I don't wear synthetic anything and nobody complains about my feet stinking. Do you suppose those hideous nylon/polyester socks have something to do with the stink? I can surely understand why someone would feel embarrassed to take their shoes off knowing what an "air" they'd have.