The hip roll was a joke meant for him alone — Owen knew he’d be watching. It wasn’t quite a joke for his amusement, and it wasn’t quite a joke at his expense. More like a joke Owen wanted him to live up to. Don’t take this too seriously Guert. Don’t be dour about it. Straight gay black white young old –it’s not going to kill you or let you live.
–Chad Harbach, The Art of Fielding, p. 307