"Are you a lesbian?" A question asked to me both directly and indirectly surprisingly often by people I sort of know. I just can't understand why. I mean, I'm fat, have short pink hair, usually wear jeans and t-shirts, and am generally masculine. Oh, wait.. Yeah, it makes sense. I'm what you'd call "butch".
I don't mind people thinking I'm gay. They're only half wrong after all. The funny part, however, is that other people do mind. I find it hilarious. Some person I don't really know all that well asks if I'm a lesbian. If it's random and out of the blue, or related to what we're talking about doesn't really matter. If there are other people around listening to the conversation, we'll get "the look". You can see what they're thinking:
*gasp* "How dare they say something like that. The poor girl, how can she handle such persecution? There is nothing wrong with being homosexual!"
The majority of people will after an inner monologue similar to this one hesitate for a moment, and then continue what they were previously doing. Don't get me wrong, I totally agree with there being nothing wrong with being gay. But chill out lady, it wasn't an insult, and even if it was it isn't very effective. I do like girls, yes. Sue me. It's a fact, and not a negative one.
Another thing I love about these people is that they also usually assume that I, or any other person tho whom this question might be asked, is a lesbian (or the same with gay for feminine men). At least the people asking the question clears up the confusion, right?
I know I could make this a post preaching about how men can be feminine and woman masculine, and equality and all of that stuff, but I think there are enough of those out there already. Or maybe I'll save it for another day. In conclusion, the silliness of people and their inner thoughts amuses me, and before you ask, I'm bisexual.
Cheers.