For the unlearned kiddies and stupid old people, they are not Moslems.
I swooned a couple of years ago when a new Sikh chappie arrived at my workplace. He is very handsome, not too slim, not too big. He wears a different coloured turban every day. I wonder if that is significant? Maybe it is like the variety of coloured underwear I wear, dictated by bought packs of five I buy. Sadly, I can't tell you the colour of his underwear and I don't know if turbans come in five packs.
He quickly integrated into the workplace and its social activities. As is my wont, I looked him up on Facebook. Hmm, a member of his local volunteer Victorian State Emergency Service and while he lives in an outer suburb, it is an expensive north eastern area, not normally an area chosen by those from the sub continent.
You know what is the best thing about him is, he is really nice and friendly guy and I am not the only gay in our workplace village who fancies him. A gay workmate, who I don't really know but has a Japanese partner, seems to always to be always hanging around the Sikh bloke, chatting away.
But who wants to have fun with a nice guy? Well, just not in my mind. I want a bad ass Sikh dude.