A lesbian friend of mine had a gay hairdresser. (She kept her hair boyishly short in summer and I don't like short hair on women but she was cuter than two buttons.) I pictured her hairdresser as slim, well-groomed, well-dressed, etc.
Unfortunately, my friend died and at the funeral I met the hairdresser. He was fat and bald and wearing a brown suit. He looked more like my grandfather than a gay hairdresser.