As an undergraduate in a rather large junior-level art history course, a female student noted that given the lopsided body count of male over female figures in the total work of Michelangelo, and the fact that even his female figures had a transexual men-with-breasts quality, therefore the man must have been gay. The reaction of the instructor was little short of VOLCANIC. He launched into the hapless young lady with such a vitrolic diatribe jaws dropped all over the auditorium.
Several years later as I was doing post-graduate work under the same instructor I stumbled upon the Veracci sonnets, love poems written late in Michelangelo's life to a young man possibly fifty years his junior. Remembering the outburst from before, I very cautiously mentioned them to the professor one day in his office while conferring with him regarding a paper I was writing, questioning their meaning and drawing similiar inferences as had the unfortunate miss several years before. This time, perhaps realizing I'd done my homework, rather than just made wild accusations, his reaction was quite different, admitting that there was a strong possibility regarding Michelangelo's homosexual preferences, while insisting that such speculation had no place in the study or discussion of the man's work. I took a deep breath and let it rest there.