Exactly. The last time I felt it necessary to clarify my sexuality, it was because some girl asked me if I would be good to take with her for clothes shopping. I replied that “while I am actually an excellent shopping companion, because I will find stuff that looks great on you, that you overlooked, to answer the question you very pointedly didn’t ask, no I’m not gay.”

The look on her face was, as MasterCard says, priceless. She was shocked that I knew what she was asking, and that I wasn’t at all offended. I think it was all the theater, choir, and swim team in high school, but I have pinged people’s gaydar since middle school, and I couldn’t care less, now that I’m big enough that they don’t bully me physically for it.