This cartoon came from my real life, in a way.  Several years ago I bought a blue and white toile shirt.  At the time, toile was enjoying a resurgence of popularity.  Toile, for the decoratingly challenged, is a fabric that features a repeating historical motif, done in one color (any color).  You pronounce it thusly:  "twol".  Usually, people either love toile (in small doses) or hate it (in large doses).  Even from the first wearing, I noticed a strange side effect associated with this shirt.  Every time a gay man saw my toile shirt, he would run to me and begin fondling the fabric, saying things like, "Toile!  Toile!  I did my living room in toile!"  In fact, more than once I've been wearing the toile shirt and heard, "Toile!  Toile!" before I even realized that a gay man was in the room.  I came to the conclusion that toile is some sort of gay magnet.  The last time I wore the shirt, and I swear this is true, I had to remove the gentleman's hands from it, so entranced was he with the toileness of it.  To my wonderful gay brothers, I say, "Long live the toile!"