Why am i gay and undateable skin#
I could sit in front of the TV and watch TBI-wannabes chase a pork skin up and down a field and support the conclusion that this is a billion-dollar industry. I could deepen my voice to a baritone (and I actually can to all you naysayers out there), but that’s not my voice. I would think, “OMG, I need to act more masculine.” I even had my childhood best friend coach me – and two other friends fought to submit me to MTV’s “Made” (to become a surfer bro, dude).īut there comes a time when you recognize that you are what you are. And as a friend once added, “You go to yoga weekly and are well kept.”ĭang, why isn’t everyone swiping right to this?Īll this used to bother me in younger, anxious, and acne-covered years when peers’ opinions carried more weight than the Supreme Court’s. I enjoy iced coffee and adore Frye boots. I talk with my hands including that prophetic wrist flip thing. *I will tell you what’s rude: When a random woman walks up to you at a shopping mall and says, “I just moved here, and I need a gay best friend.” Even if I was gay, that is not how you lock down my friendship.īy this point in my life, I can tell you why people assume I’m gay. And you might think that’s rude*, but, well, they’re being honest.
Sometimes I worry I’m being too self-aware or suffering too many insecurities, but then I have friends who confess that when they first met me they thought I was gay. However, since childhood, I’ve been acutely aware that people assume I’m gay upon meeting me. And I didn’t in elementary school either. On the former, it was true, and on the latter, well, I don’t identify as gay. In elementary school, I was bullied, both for being overweight and for being gay.