Why does everyone think im gay

Genuine question: Why does everyone I meet assume I am gay? AFAB. I'm aware that unfortunately stereotypes affect some ppl's opinion of you so for background, as far as I know I don't match the stereotypes associated with being gay. Since middle school everyone kind of just assumed I was gay. Why does everyone think I’m gay? It is a question I asked myself a lot as a child, but not one I’ve cared to ask in my adult years.

people think i'm gay because i'm single

This is primarily due to personal growth. something straight male, minimal relationship success because I think people think I'm gay strange situation advice much appreciated!. Although doubts about one’s own sexual identity might seem pretty straightforward as a symptom, there are actually a number of variations. The most obvious form is where a sufferer experiences the thought that they might be of a different sexual orientation than they formerly believed.

You ask, “If there’s nothing I can do to convince people I’m not gay, then am I really gay?” Clearly, you are whatever you are, no matter what anyone else thinks. Appearing here Wednesdays, Turning The Screw provides existential crisis counseling for the faint of heart. I finally garnered the courage to write to you about my particular problem, and I hope you can shed some of your wisdom on the situation.

Back then, the other kids thought any person who was any bit different from them was gay, and attached a bad meaning to the word. I love to read and write, and a lot of what I read is somewhat romantic. I love to cook, and have been singing in school choruses since 4th grade. I can kind of see where they got their opinions of me, but it made me enormously self-conscious.

I realized after a while that most of the people asking me were genuinely curious, and it made me even more self-conscious. I found a great girl sophomore year and we dated up until senior year, but the asking still continued, some of which was coming from my closest friends. In high school, I tried as hard as I could to rid myself of the label people had given me.

I joined both the football and hockey teams. I tried my hand at Call of Duty. I quit the chorus and playing piano. Unfortunately, no matter how hard I tried, people would still assume and ask. I left for college far away from home, hoping to maybe get a fresh start. I rejoined the chorus and began playing piano again, while joining the hockey team at the university, and I met my amazing girlfriend in the chorus and we have been dating since August.

However, people I had barely come into contact with began walking up to me and asking if I was gay. It still really hurt, but I tried to shrug it off as best I could. My question for you is: is there anything I can do or change about myself that will stop all of this asking? How can I change the impressions I give on people in that context?

And if nothing, am I really gay? Please help. We all have lots of reasons for wanting other people to be something other than what they really are. Some of the men who keep asking you about your sexuality are probably just attracted to you. Your parents, on the other hand, are just trying to be good parents.

We all have lots of reasons for wanting to be something other than what we really are, too. I went through a phase where I kept getting hit on by beautiful women who assumed I was a lesbian. My boyfriend at the time had never managed to attract such pretty women, so he wanted to live vicariously by encouraging me to encourage them. The initial titillation was always fueled by boozy banter, but it inevitably gave way to awkwardness and a complete absence of desire on my part, paired with the uncomfortable feeling that I was expected to play the butchy conquistador.

Oh sweet god, the panic of that! Although my whole bisexual experiment was an abject failure, I learned a lot from it. Disappointingly enough, I am one of them. So there are two elements in play here. Look people right in the eyes, yes, but let your eyes reflect a glint of disdain and disinterest.