Fuck Dairy Queen, these days it’s all about the Dairy Queer. NYC recently inked permits allowing The Big Gay Ice Cream Truck to cream up and start rolling through the streets this summer (West Village by day, Chelsea at night). But what the fuck is up with that name?

“Let’s face it, ice cream trucks are kind of queer, and a middle-aged white man driving one is pretty suspect,” jokes Big Gay driver Doug Quint, who blows on bassoons when not serving soft. “That’s not to say that I’m a rolling hotbed of perversion. Hardly the case. It’s all in the name of silly.”

At the heart of TBGICT will obviously be delicious frozen dairy treats, but it could be the wild selection of experimental topping options like oil and sea salt, Grape Nuts, Sno-Caps, Nutella and even bacon bits that steal the show. Fans showing up to the truck wearing TBGICT apparel are guaranteed to get freebies (I love the tank top called the “husband beater”), and Big Gay even Twitters that he’s looking for “good cha-cha music to play while on truck.” A Twittering Ice Cream man? Talk about suspect.