I mean really can you imagine BOS being gay? Please. Here is the scenario...
BOS walks into a gay bar. Takes a seat at the bar. He is looking mighty spiffy in his polyester highwater pants and butterfly collar shirt.
BOS looks at the beefcake bartender and calls out "hey what it is? Can I get a drink here? A double diet coke and coke. Heavy on the coke."
BOS looks around and starts wondering "damn, everyone pumped and buffed in this place. They must like, you know, work out a lot. I hope they don't remember me from down at the beach when I whacked myself in the face with the surfboard".
BOS looks to his left and sees a chic there and in an effort to look cool and suave, decides to pick her up. "Yo baby, nice looking thigh chain you wearing. Want to go for a ride in my miata? Huh? What the fuck is mud-bogging? Tell you what, we can head down to the old craft store and make a little something beautiful. Huh? Naw, I don't know shit about making truck repairs. Look I got to go to the Little Boys room. Be right back.."
BOS leaves bar stool thinking "damn be glad when I have a 'stache like that babe."
Coming out of the bathroom, BOS is suddenly ambushed by Fattie, who after giving him the beating of his life, leaves BOS chained to the jukebox where he is anally probed by cross dressing lesbians the remainder of the evening.