My little brother had suspicions about me for years. Truth be told, I did enjoy torturing him with catty references to his “supple thighs”. But I think he was genuinely convinced for quite some time that I was gay.
I didn’t date until I was a senior in high school, and only for a short while.
I’m into theater. Yes, showtunes included. Classical music and opera also.
I don’t watch sports.
I don’t drink, scratch in public, enjoy fistfights, or other “manly” pursuits.
I don’t find Brittany Spears, Jennifer Lopez, or any other of my brother’s “most hittable babes” remotely attractive.
I didn’t respond with horror and disgust after one of his friends came out of the closet.
It wasn’t until my daughter was born that my brother was finally convinced that I was straight.
Said, no, although my college roommate freshman year was convinced I had to be a lesbian because I didn’t shave my legs. I wouldn’t have cared one way or another, except she also thought that since I was a lesbian, I was bound to be attracted to her, and since I was attracted to her, she had to worry about me crawling into her bed at night :rolleyes:
(Ironically, it was her visiting female friend who decided to come on to me one evening, but that’s another story.)
I’m with those who expressed a liking for cats and the arts. I do like classical music, and I’m beginning to appreciate opera, but I doubt if I’ll get into show tunes. On the other hand I don’t mind show tunes so much if I’m actually in a theatre at a show because then I can appreciate the music as part of a whole.
I think male fashion is wa-a-a-aaaay too modest. I think we should be able to show a lot of skin in hot weather and not have it send out any kind of message, any more than it does for women.
And I used to be, as Jerry Seinfeld says, thin, single, and neat. I got married, but I’m still thin and neat.
Most regular recurring habit: I tend to use a lot of gender-neutral language in my speech without thinking about it. Referring to someone, even when I know their gender, as a person, e.g., “Susan is a very friendly person”, or to people in the plural as “folks” or “y’all” or “people” even when they are all of a single gender, “The receptionist folks are going to need time for lunch”, etc. I’ve been told that it is very reminiscent of the speech patterns of gay people who aren’t out (or are very low-key and private about it) who allegedly speak in this fashion to lessen the likelihood of speaking of their partners or dating or attractions and then having the pronouns bring them out of the closet and upset all the straight folks who didn’t know they were gay.
I was once nervously waiting for a ballet performance to start and the woman I was dancing with had not yet arrived. I mentioned to one of the other dancers that my partner was not there and that I was getting worried. She took it as me discussing my partner, which often used to refer to a SO in a gay relationship.
Of course, I was dressed in a unitard at the time.
My entire class thought that I was gay because the boys weren’t interested in me. I tried to explain that’s not how it works…
Now, I think people think I am gay because I don’t date (hey, if you met the kind of guys I do on a regular basis, you wouldn’t either). Again, I am pretty sure that is not the criteria for being a lesbian, but maybe I’ve just been really confused all these years.
here in england i have NEVER been married and dont have any kids ,i have had 3 common law wives(thats when you live with a women share your life ,share your bills etc) but people say to me oh not married then!!! also being totally hetrosexual i always say the more gays there are the more women are left over for people who are not overly good looking like for example ME
All the time, anyway being with other English ex-pats camp is a humour we can share and use to worry the Americans.
Elton: “Fuck me it’s cold”
Bippy: “Sory darling, Micky might complain if I start two timing him.”
I don’t know why, but guys I’m acquainted with almost always seem to think I’m a lesbian until I say/do something to the contrary. (And then they think I’m bi…)
Have I said anything… probably, but I balance it out by saying a lot of things that reveal my straightness.
I guess lots of us have cats, don’t like sports, and aren’t terribly experienced with power tools because that’s also true of me.
Then there’s my taste in music. I listed some of my favorite songs once (easy listening pop songs from the '70s) and a friend told me no man has ever bought any of them. :eek:
Favorite courtesy of my pale, thin, well dressed, pleasently smelling, designer bath gel using, gormet food cooking, subtly ironic witticism poising, rampantly heterosexual new boyfriend
I had a friend who used to call me gay, though I think he was trying to rib me.
-I have a cat. I like cats, though I like dogs as well. Though if my cat attacks my foot again, he might become a catburger.
-I don’t have a girlfriend. I have several good reasons for this.
-I regularly get showtunes stuck in my head and really like musicals. I listen to classical music several hours a day and have no problem with Opera. I like other types of music too.
Not quite sure why musicals and opera are considered gay. Many musicals from the last 30 years are somewhat dark and bloody.
For example: Les Miserables has almost the entire cast killed off by the end, many of them in an armed standoff with government troops. There’s one reference to homosexulality in passing near the end. I’m trying to see how that’s “Gay”.
Opera…I once heard them described as “Music with a lot of killing”.
-I have some appreciation of art, though not as much as I would like.
-I don’t care for sports, though have occasionally gone to an ice hockey game(which I enjoy) I don’t understand why people would riot or fight over something as trival as a game. I have some vague understanding of who recently won a championship if it’s been on the front page of the papers, but beyond that, have no idea what’s going on. I can maybe name the most famous person in a particular sport, but if you ask for team, you’ll be dissapointed.
-I don’t drink beer. Part of this is because I can’t afford to and the bigger part is that every time I’ve tried to drink beer, I’ve ended up puking or giving up before finishing the glass/bottle. It tastes like shit to me. Though I’m not a big fan of white wine either.
