Everyone Thinks I’m Gay (But I’m Not)
<p>I was wrong. But I wasn’t alone in my assumptions, nor was I the last to make them. For example, the most recent girl I kissed — and the one before that, and so on — drew back from my face, laughing. “Wait, you’re straight?” she asked incredulously. It didn’t help that this was my neighbor, a friend who had observed my comings and goings for months.</p>
<p>Folks back home with suspicions about my sexuality weren’t surprised to hear that I was moving to San Francisco. If the world at large is heteronormative — forcing queer people to contend with a culture that assumes that straight is normal — here in San Francisco, it might be fair to say that we’re somehwat homonormative. That is, we assume all men and women might not be so straight, or we remove our assumptions from the picture altogether. Straight women have to wonder if even the most masculine men aren’t into them. I think it’s better that way.</p>
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