I’m a gay white male born and reared in Alabama, so using the stereotypes for those demos:
Alabama: LOVE fried foods and parts of pigs you just don’t see that often north of the Carolinas; could gladly drink sweet iced tea at every meal (though I’ve cut down for weight/diet reasons); find the Civil War fascinating; grew up on a farm with (but not in) a tin roofed shack by the side of the road and really close to the food chain; use words and phrases like “y’all”, “turn right there” and “I’m fixing to do that”; own and know how to use firearms. Used to own a pickup (start with post 184 if you’re interested/not familiar with that story) & intend to again someday.
Gay: LOVE showtunes (though I’m one of only about three gay guys who can actually say this), loathe football and most other collegiate or professional sports, bought a Ricky Martin CD when he was hot (though only for his contributions to musical theory, of course), I smoke and I have a spoiled bandana wearing little dog.
Alabama: I’m liberal, agnostic, don’t have a southern accent, don’t hunt, prefer snow to heat and (repeating myself) loathe football/baseball and most other team sports.
Gay: I’m not the least bit neat, can count the number of guys I’ve slept with on one hand (with multiple digits left over), don’t exercise (though I need to start), don’t drink (well, yearly average of one drink per month), have never done illegal drugs harder than pot (and that man years ago), can’t emphasize the degree to which I loathe techno and dance clubs, don’t like antiques (antiquities, yes) and regard shopping for clothing as a painful but necessary duty and undertake it as a surgical strike (get into the store, buy the shirt, get out).