I was born in Victorian Britain and have a very mirthful air about me.
So one day I was going about my merry business, being my jovial self.
When I’m walked a creature that saw what I was about, smoked at me and said ‘well aren’t you the gayest person I’ve met all day’.
I’m not sure how to feel tbh
Looking at my fingernails while my fingers were on top of my palm
It’s a tie between licking ice cream and saying something is adorable.
Sucking dick.
Cry.
The one and only thing was the way I held my wrists/hands when I was younger/into my teens. What’s super weird is it was my dad who brought it up and mentioned it a lot but he is super supportive of lgbtq+ that’s the weird thing to me.
Hold my arms in a position so that my hands grab the sides of my belly.
(which wasn’t even something I was consciously doing, but apparently it was enough to make a fellow male teenager exclaim sarcastically that I was truly standing there in a very heterosexual way)
eat a chicken sandwich. Apparently straight men have to eat burgers.
Clean my ass
- Wear orange or pink.
- Eat quiche
- Like poetry
- Hang out with girls at recess
- Wear an earring
- Owning Laurie Anderson or Philip Glass CDs
It’s funny to me all the times that I’ve been considered not manly enough, whether it’s wearing my hot pink vans or a pink shirt or tie, allowing my gf or now my daughters to paint my nails, and tons of other examples I’ve been called gay for too. It made me think, what really makes a man. And going by their own definition, isn’t it one sign of a man to not be swayed by the opinion of someone who seeks only to denigrate? So why would I care about their opinion?
Wear a kilt?
TBH I’ve never tried and nobody told me it was gay. But I’m a sweaty person and I would love to air out my crotch except for fear of social criticism.
Take my pants all the way off when I poop
Putting a wig on my best friend and spooning him while he’s asleep.
Use a bidet
