people going "are you gay, by the way?", classic or dud

Unless, of course, it means yer a big sissy. You make the call.

I use a laptop???

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We were both DELIGHTED!

I don't know if I've ever been asked this question, but a couple times, I've definitely had to spontaneously out myself in order to get some random girl at the bar to back off my junk.

It's tiresome having to explain yourself. Outside of a gay bar I've never been fortunate enough to have people assume I was el queero.

We were both DELIGHTED!

And then they all lezzed up.

There are many occasions in which people have assumed I was gay, but usually I was having sex with them.

Happens constantly, thanks to being stick thin and wearing girl jeans on the weekends. Plus I list Abba as close to if not my very favorite band. And I lived in Chicago's Boys' Town for a year.

My paternal grandmother always thought I was gay growing up, and despite the girlfriends I brought around, the thought persisted. When I was applying to colleges, my stepmom told her I was thinking about Hampshire, and she replied "Do they let gay people into Hampshire?".

jesus this thread seems like an eternity ago, I remember the night in question.

this doesn't really happen me anymore but I'm seldom out, I think people just think I am hateful and mean now!

Still missed out on some great doggie sex.

I would guess that I get this more than anyone else here that isn't actually gay. I think it's less my appearance (although being small and having preposterously long eyelashes doesn't help) and more spending my days at either a theatre building, a dance studio, or a vegetarian restaurant. Plus, I'm willing to converse at length with anyone that speaks to me, so there's more of an opportunity to get to a level of conversational comfort to ask. I think that once we're talking I'm assessed (har har) pretty quickly by gay men. Girls have apparently gone weeks thinking that I was gay.. The guys usually ask in a more refined way..

Young man on L train: "Do you ever go to Metropolitan?"
Customer at restaurant: "So, what did you do to celebrate Pride?"
Old man at bar with cat: "I know the owner of a hotel. Do you want to see its roof?"
Guy on street: "AY! QUE BONITO!!"

Girls: "Wait-- what are you? She thinks you're gay but I think you're straight.
Me: Well, I don't sleep with men.
Girls: .. You're so gay, you just don't know it.

Is that to mean that you are so ultra-gay, that you can't even see it? It's like this light of gayness that shines from you that blinds you from consciousness of your own sexuality? That's pretty deep.

poortheatre, those are impressive credentials even if men don't pop your cork.

last time i was on the chinatown bus it took from new york til baltimore before

a) the gentleman sitting next to me finally asked if i was gay
b) i realized he'd been hitting on me and not just chatty the whole trip

most vulnerable: going to the opera by myself. scene from the MET two weeks ago at the refreshments stand..

OGG: So, what do you think?
PT: Fantastic! The strings sound great!
OGG: I could have done without the wigs, though.
PT: Yea, they looked ridiculous.
OGG: So, where's your date?
PT: Oh, I'm alone. It was kind of last minute.
OGG: So nice to see young people coming out to the theatre.. Want to borrow my binoculars?

etc.. i had this guy in his 60s sitting across the aisle from me, and every time I glanced over he was staring at me. i passed him at intermission and he whispered "so cute..so cute.." !!!

i did let some other guy buy me a brownie, though.. maybe i'm to blame.

no way, go ahead and scam that brownie with your cuteness.

'buy you a brownie' meaning?

get wit da program pops *snap*

Poor, I'm not even gay, I can't see you, and yet I think you're really, really hot. Inappropriate? Let's talk about it over a 'brownie.'

I think poortheatre might be too gay for my tastes.

I mean small + vegetarian restaurant usually does it for me, but still.

humansuit, meet here

OK. I'm in LA and I'm broke. will meet you there September 7th. Keep them brownies warm!

I was kissed by a girl once, but she didn't ask first.

people thinking you are a prostitute, classic or dud

I've lost count of the number of times I've been mistaken for a prostitute. Living in Italy for 18 months didn't help - I lived in a town where two girls walking home from the pub after dark was deemed risque. I've been kerb-crawled in Milan wearing (classic nineties combo) cords, gazelles and a tracky top and I've been kerb-crawled in Stoke Newington wearing white tights and a sixties dress. And there was me thinking prossies looked like Julia Roberts.

Happens constantly, thanks to being stick thin and wearing girl jeans on the weekends. Plus I list Abba as close to if not my very favorite band. And I lived in Chicago's Boys' Town for a year.

Shame you're not, if the photo you posted on WDYLL a while back was accurate.

roffles at DeeDee Ramone intersection.

poortheatre, you are WORKIN' it w/ brownies at the Met! You should be our Special Guest Straight at next gayish FAP.

much obliged, but i'll probably miss it. i'm moving in a couple days!

I've definitely replied to this with the "nah, are you?" to girls without even thinking about it.

I've been asked a few times but I get really flamboyant when I drink so it's generally warranted. I probably get hit on more by guys than girls at parties, too! Apparently men just have better taste in men than women. Heh, I kid, I kid.

confession: i thought poortheatre was gay when i first met him :x

is that you, hot trax??

(brownie guy?)

what? Are you talkin to me?

Wait, where are you moving to?

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xxxxpost - no, i'm talking to impudent harlot, wondering if it's a certain librarian/ILXOR/gay-man that i know

ah, yes.

xpost to Jay:

Aw, shucks.

Yeah I got mistaken for a prostitute once too :( I dont think I was dressed in any dodgy way, and it was the middle of the day! I was standing outside the Creative Writing staff building at RMIT waiting for my course acceptance interview... the builing unfortunately happened to be 2 doors down from a brothel.

This old man walked past me standing there, and said "'ow much, love?". I think I blurted "what the hell, fuck off!" or something and he looked REALLY startled and embarrased and apologised profusely and ran off rather quickly.

poortheatre: a-YUP

I'm fairly certain that the way this works with me is someone whispers to a friend of mine shortly after meeting me "Wait, is he gay?" and then the friend bursts out laughing and says "YES."

And then months later the person will become confused and say to me "Wait, I thought you were gay."

I look gay, but I'm not. I've had gay men telling me that I need to come out of the closet all my adult life - and that was before the handlebar moustache! When chatting up the sheilas, I am sure that looking gay really, well, queers my pitch. Fortunately, I meet the occasional extremely perverted woman - invariably in her 30's - who likes nothing better than the idea of making it with a gay man. And this kind of sheila would have no luck, no luck at all, if it were not for men like me.

'why you want to date him? don't you know he gay?' was the first thing skot's boss's wife said to me (he used to work at a korean convenience store). she also used to say things to me like, 'oh, you look better than last time you came in here, you looked awful last time.' and i once overheard her answer someone who commented about how old he was, 'why you care how old you are? you fat!'

people often have thought i was a lesbian. i guess cuz i lumber and have a low center of gravity and had been known to date the wimmins. my mom's gay but i didn't inherit it.

Dud - just because I wear nice clothes and have a manbag, doesn't mean I don't like the BIG TITTAYS!!

I used to go, "Are you gay?" to crotch grabbing bullies in high school till oe of them thought of a reply; "I wasn't but I became one after screwing you" :(

Christ, if I'd gotten a penny for every time people have thought me to be gay, I'd have... well, quite a few pennies. Though I can't blame people who make that assumption, given my everyday demeanor, my cultural interests, my choice of studies, my squeaky laugh, my way of dancing, and my general unmanliness. Though I've noticed that once I stopped colouring my hair and using hairspray, shaved my head, grew a beard, and stopped wearing tight white shirts I've gotten less attention from gay men.

Which is sad, because they were the only ones who ever offered me drinks.

my squeaky laugh

YSI?

Sorry, I don't enough about computers to record anything. Plus I'd need a mike or something, right?

Mike? I thought you were straight.