You might be a gay redneck if ...

You met your last boyfriend in the Waffle House restroom.

You manscape with a hunting knife.

You like it when your partner wears a tool belt to bed.

You root for the NASCAR driver with the cutest jumpsuit.

You wish the Indigo Girls would “shut up and sing.”

You keep a colorful stash of Speedos in your bass boat.

You go commando in your overalls.

You always request “Boot Scootin’ Boogie” at Jungle.

The Hotlanta River Expo disqualified you for using a trolling motor.

You attend Georgia Gay Rodeo Association events to find a personal trainer.

Your pickup truck horn plays “I Love the Nightlife.”

You smoke Mistys because you like how the slim box fits into your Wranglers.

You’re always antiquing to add to your collection of old spittoons.

You tailgate at Barbra Streisand concerts.

Your mullet has frosted tips.

You root for the hillbillies in Deliverance.

Your “jackrabbit” vibrator is an actual jackrabbit.

You wish R.J. Reynolds would make Cosmo-flavored dip.

You think Kid Rock is sexy.

Instead of lube, you use WD-40.

You’re saving up to buy a Pensacola, Fla., timeshare.

When someone in a club offers you white powder, you say, “I ain’t got no headache.”

You bring a bar of Lava to Flex.

Your Pride float spends the rest of the year on cinder blocks in your front yard.

You carry a camo-patterned man purse.

You were once thrown out of the Phoenix for violating the dress code.

You play house mixes of Hank Jr. during sex.

Your Miata has Truck Nutz.

Your commitment ceremony was catered by Krystal.

Your personal scent is a blend of CK One and buck lure.

You voted for Karen Handel.