Many feel worried about being labeled a homophone.  And for good reason!  Homophones live in constant turmoil.  They might be inappropriately complimented on their tails instead of their tales.  They may seek a night out and instead find themselves with an out knight.  Oiling up for a hot sun in the sky, they may find themselves burning for a hot son in this guy.  They may fear that wholly idle hours "could make a holy idol ours."  Their addressed mail could transform into a dressed male.  They can forget joining aural sects.  They must be careful lest they gaze farther at a gay's father.  The very idea of wresting yore feat on a pouffe leaves them utterly confused.