Can you read my mind?

I continue to be horrified by the artifacts I'm uncovering from my childhood that 1) were really gay and 2) for reasons known only to the gods I never had sense enough to throw away instead of storing them in boxes I was condemning myself to trip over for all eternity.

To wit: every freaking issue of my years-long subscription to Sheet Music Magazine, which delivered to my piano monthly collections of themed sheet music augmented by an occasional interview with a theme-relevant musician. The whole thing couldn't have been any gayer if it included magazine covers devoted to Muppets, the Annie and Superman movies, or beribboned teddy bears pretending to play piano duets.