Atheism...campness...well-spoken accent...unemployment...all sorts.
Yes I'm atheist. No, don't pray for me, you condescending asshole. I don't want to hear how you're going to save me. That's just patronising me, and it's insulting.
Okay, yes, I can be quite camp. I do have my womanly moments. And I have no issues with cross-dressing. I don't do it in public, but I have been...persuaded to do so in private several times. However, this does not make me gay. I do these things because it amuses me, and because I am not afraid of homosexuality. It is not some monster lurking in my closet. If I end up gay because of my camp, then so be it. But I doubt it.
Dresses never made nobody gay.
My accent...ugh, how do I describe this? I come from a city with a totally awful accent. Anybody who knows Stoke-on-Trent knows what I'm talking about. Despite growing up around this accent, my own voice came out incredibly upper-class-sounding and posh. Despite being as filthy as the next peasant. This earned me a lot of mockery...my favourite being,
"Ey, mate, why don't you speak proper like?"
The irony being that I do speak properly...you get it.
And then there's my unemployment. Ahh...I have had my opinion discounted many, many times because I can't get a job.
Oh, this one time in high school, I had the entire class taking the piss out of me because I knew what a necrophiliac was. Apparently I watched a documentary on it.
That would have been a hilarious documentary. But, seriously, I don't remember how I even came across that word.