....who dress like me; walk, talk and act like me, and just might be the next best thing, but not quite me

Now I hate gay bashing just as much as the next fag, OK? However, if you're collecting the shuttlecocks (hee!) after a spirited game of badminton with the neighborhood kids and someone yells out, "Let's play Smear the Queer!" is that the time to lecture? No. You politely decline to play a game which, when you get down to it, is a junior hate crime. Of course they'll whine and beg because, let's face it, you're fun and kids dig you. You start to leave, but hesitate. You're done. Signs of weakness like that are the kiss of death in Midwestern backyards. "You're the queer!" they shout. It's not like you can argue. P.S.? I rock this game. Always have. Little bitches gonna try to bash me? This queer will juke and be PAST you, muthafucka.

If you're not familiar with the game, check it out on Wikipedia. I was heartened to read this little snippet, although I'm guessing the Christian-y moms and dads might be chagrined.

Smear the queer is often played with an object such as a ball which is held by the "queer". Once the "queer" is tagged or tackled, he throws the object into the air. The other players then try to grab the object, thus becoming the new "queer". Unlike other forms of tag, those who stay "queer" the longest are considered the best players.