(no subject)
At the Tori Amos concert last night, I approached the venture thinking that there would masses of gays and lesbians. I was indeed correct!
I was hit on once, after about the third or fourth song. I went up to use the bathroom, and since you couldn't smoke in the seating area, I decided to indulge while I was up there.
Some guy, about half my weight (slight exaggeration) and nearly a foot shorter than me; saunters over with a wine-filled dixie cup in hand. And in that annoying, stereo-typical gay man voice, he strikes up a conversation with me, offering to buy a drink for me. Of course I turned him down. Rather coldly, at that. I have no problem with gay men; my best friend is gay. More than anything, I was shocked.
Straight men, myself included, have a fine-tuned "Gay-dar". Generally, we can tell if another man is gay within a few moments, sometimes without even speaking to the individual.
Gay men, however, have a "Gay-dar" that puts ours to shame. They really have to; this is how they identify their own kind. This is how they wind up dating. Without getting punched by a dozen straight men in the process, I might add. When this young man propositioned me, I was just abso-fucking-lutely astonished that he thought I was gay. As I told Andrea when I got back to my seat, there is nothing homosexual about me. If I lift up my arms, you will smell testosterone; I am that manly!
In all seriousness, though, I did find it bizarre. Andrea said he knew I was straight, but was attempting to convert me. I instantly debunked that theory by lifting my arms! Ha ha...ha?
So anyway. Is this odd? Or is it just me? Does anybody else find it disturbing that gay men hit on me more than straight women do? Was this guy's gay-dar down for repairs? Do lesbians have a similar radar?
This inquiring mind must know.
I was hit on once, after about the third or fourth song. I went up to use the bathroom, and since you couldn't smoke in the seating area, I decided to indulge while I was up there.
Some guy, about half my weight (slight exaggeration) and nearly a foot shorter than me; saunters over with a wine-filled dixie cup in hand. And in that annoying, stereo-typical gay man voice, he strikes up a conversation with me, offering to buy a drink for me. Of course I turned him down. Rather coldly, at that. I have no problem with gay men; my best friend is gay. More than anything, I was shocked.
Straight men, myself included, have a fine-tuned "Gay-dar". Generally, we can tell if another man is gay within a few moments, sometimes without even speaking to the individual.
Gay men, however, have a "Gay-dar" that puts ours to shame. They really have to; this is how they identify their own kind. This is how they wind up dating. Without getting punched by a dozen straight men in the process, I might add. When this young man propositioned me, I was just abso-fucking-lutely astonished that he thought I was gay. As I told Andrea when I got back to my seat, there is nothing homosexual about me. If I lift up my arms, you will smell testosterone; I am that manly!
In all seriousness, though, I did find it bizarre. Andrea said he knew I was straight, but was attempting to convert me. I instantly debunked that theory by lifting my arms! Ha ha...ha?
So anyway. Is this odd? Or is it just me? Does anybody else find it disturbing that gay men hit on me more than straight women do? Was this guy's gay-dar down for repairs? Do lesbians have a similar radar?
This inquiring mind must know.