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In the late 70s and early 80s I was a straight girl living in Houston with an unusually large number of gay male friends. I used to go to a club called "Numbers Two" with them. It was a wonderful time in my life. At the peak of the night they would always play a little known song by ABBA called "The Visitors". Everyone in the club would instantly go crazy and head to the dance floor and dance. Every time I hear that song now it is all I can do to resist the urge to jump up on a table or chair and dance with total abandon. Normally I never dance. Gosh I miss my time as a fag hag.