Scene: lunch with some coworkers (all female).
— I have a friend that would be perfect for you.
— Awesome!
— Yeah, he’s amazing.
— Thanks but I’m not gay.
— Ohmygodsosorry.
This is one of the many occurrences of people mistaking me as gay. It’s not something that offends me even though people think it should(?). I am a white, straight, CIS male who only has sex with women who all look the same; maybe I should dive into why with my therapist. That’s beside the point.
The point is: I connect a lot with the LGBTQ community. Not just because people assume I’m gay. For numerous reasons. The official synopsis of my favorite podcast Nancy explains it best.
