Hey everyone. How are you tonight? I'm pretty ok, except for one thing...
For the fifth time in my life, someone has told me that I'm gay. Not implied. Not asked. Told me that I'm gay.
And I'm officially tired of it.
For context, I have always considered myself a heterosexual male. I'm a little bit awkward and don't find myself in the arms of a lot of lovers. Part of it is because I put a lot of stock on romance while another part is that I've gotten so jaded about relationships and people in the last few years that I don't particularly care to put myself out there anymore.
So I don't approach a lot of women in bars or around town. This in combination with my style of dress (geeky but semi-fashionable) has led most of my acquaintances to just assume that I swing for the same gender.
People have always accused me of being gay. Always. In high school, I did a lot of arts/music related activities and was very driven to succeed in these areas. This came with a certain degree of criticism (mostly homophobic language and accusations) that I simply dealt with. I became jaded and cynical but I survived.
But things have changed. I'm a different person than I was back then. My hobbies no longer include the more "effeminate" activities that I used to enjoy. I just live my life the way that I wish to.
Last year, I had an acquaintance ask me in a bar if I was gay. He looked me in the eyes and swore that he wouldn't judge me if I told him the truth. I stared at him, partially confused by the liquor in my system and partially stunned by the question. I told him I was straight and wrote it off as an isolated incident.
Less than a month later, I was enjoying a drink with my boss at the time when he mentioned how much effort he put into keeping a diverse work environment. When pressed, he pointed at me and told everyone in the room how ok he was with gay people.
But...but I'm not gay...
After this very public reveal of how people viewed me, I had to seriously think about a lot of things. Was the way I presented myself too effeminate for the industry I work? Has my lack of involvement in women the last couple of years been so wrong?
Am I actually gay?
I wrested questions like these for months until I finally spoke with a good friend about these new-found insecurities. The first question that she asked me was if I had ever been attracted to another man. I told her I hadn't. The second question was if the thoughts rolling in my head had originated from myself or if it had been because everyone just made assumptions.
I told her the latter. I had never even considered a same-gendered attraction before people had started telling me that was what I should prefer. I moved on from there, just taking the good intentioned attempts to "get me out of the closet" in stride.
Things quieted down for almost a year. Tonight, it started again when a new friend told me how awesome it was to have my gay perspective on the situations in her life.
I'm tired of it. I don't identify as gay but everyone else seems to think that I am. I just wish that I knew how to definitively tell everyone that I don't roll that way.
So Escapist, help me out here. Have you guys ever had someone question your sexuality? Or perhaps insist you come out of the closet when you never hid there in the first place? How did you or would you deal with it? I really want to see all perspectives of this. I'm tired of feeling like I have no one to talk to about this unfortunate chronic case of misplaced assumptions.
For the fifth time in my life, someone has told me that I'm gay. Not implied. Not asked. Told me that I'm gay.
And I'm officially tired of it.
For context, I have always considered myself a heterosexual male. I'm a little bit awkward and don't find myself in the arms of a lot of lovers. Part of it is because I put a lot of stock on romance while another part is that I've gotten so jaded about relationships and people in the last few years that I don't particularly care to put myself out there anymore.
So I don't approach a lot of women in bars or around town. This in combination with my style of dress (geeky but semi-fashionable) has led most of my acquaintances to just assume that I swing for the same gender.
People have always accused me of being gay. Always. In high school, I did a lot of arts/music related activities and was very driven to succeed in these areas. This came with a certain degree of criticism (mostly homophobic language and accusations) that I simply dealt with. I became jaded and cynical but I survived.
But things have changed. I'm a different person than I was back then. My hobbies no longer include the more "effeminate" activities that I used to enjoy. I just live my life the way that I wish to.
Last year, I had an acquaintance ask me in a bar if I was gay. He looked me in the eyes and swore that he wouldn't judge me if I told him the truth. I stared at him, partially confused by the liquor in my system and partially stunned by the question. I told him I was straight and wrote it off as an isolated incident.
Less than a month later, I was enjoying a drink with my boss at the time when he mentioned how much effort he put into keeping a diverse work environment. When pressed, he pointed at me and told everyone in the room how ok he was with gay people.
But...but I'm not gay...
After this very public reveal of how people viewed me, I had to seriously think about a lot of things. Was the way I presented myself too effeminate for the industry I work? Has my lack of involvement in women the last couple of years been so wrong?
Am I actually gay?
I wrested questions like these for months until I finally spoke with a good friend about these new-found insecurities. The first question that she asked me was if I had ever been attracted to another man. I told her I hadn't. The second question was if the thoughts rolling in my head had originated from myself or if it had been because everyone just made assumptions.
I told her the latter. I had never even considered a same-gendered attraction before people had started telling me that was what I should prefer. I moved on from there, just taking the good intentioned attempts to "get me out of the closet" in stride.
Things quieted down for almost a year. Tonight, it started again when a new friend told me how awesome it was to have my gay perspective on the situations in her life.
I'm tired of it. I don't identify as gay but everyone else seems to think that I am. I just wish that I knew how to definitively tell everyone that I don't roll that way.
So Escapist, help me out here. Have you guys ever had someone question your sexuality? Or perhaps insist you come out of the closet when you never hid there in the first place? How did you or would you deal with it? I really want to see all perspectives of this. I'm tired of feeling like I have no one to talk to about this unfortunate chronic case of misplaced assumptions.