I want a donut but I’m at work and also, that flannel is just peak gay. I don’t even know that it’s queer. If I owned it, a risqué slogan would appear across the chest of my pretty work frock, perhaps something attesting to my skill at diving.

It did not fail your original characterization of it as "masc of lumberjack."

(You should get a donut, especially with something risqué written on it.)