DIRK: I'm just saying, if I'm not out here kissing dudes, can I call myself gay?
ROSE: I mean, obviously.
ROSE: It sounds to me like you're yearning.
ROSE: Are you fucking longing, perhaps forming an intricate ritual that allows you to touch the skin of other men?
DIRK: This is exactly what the fuck I'm talking about.
DIRK: We know about the work of Barbara Kruger, but... do our carapaces?
DIRK: Do we *want* our carapaces to know about that?
DIRK: And again, if I'm the signified for the signifier, what does that signifier communicate about me?
ROSE: I don't know about this one, I think you could explain a lot of what's up with me with "I'm a lesbian."
DIRK: That's a very tell, don't show approach to identity.
ROSE: All conveyence is a mixture of telling and showing, it's not a catch-all.
ROSE: This is all one hell of a tangent, I didn't come here for a dialogue on semiotics, you know.
DIRK: Indulge this one a bit more.
ROSE: Of course I'm going to, I'm a Light player.
DIRK: Exactly the shit I'm saying.
DIRK: Can you reasonably expect a person without the context necessary to understand the nuances of saying that?
DIRK: Can I say "I'm gay" and reasonably expect someone to get every angle of that?
DIRK: Or can I just smash my lips up against another, willing dude's and have them get it?
DIRK: Does it matter if I say whether I'm gay or not, if I can just show it?
DIRK: Does my admiration for Rainbow Dash have anything to do with it?
DIRK: Could someone understand I'm gay based on my favorite pony?
DIRK: Would a citizen of Earth-C have the cultural context for Rainbow Dash?
ROSE: I hope so.
ROSE: I hope Rainbow Dash outlives all of us.