I’m an openly gay man who is almost indistinguishable from a straight man. It’s not a conscious effort, and it’s actually kind of a hinderance; my lack of a ‘gay voice’ makes meeting guys in public next to impossible unless I make the first move. Another side effect of this is that I often forget that most people I interact with don’t know I’m gay, so whenever I experience homophobia it’s disorienting.
Yesterday my friend Mike biked over to my apartment in Queens to help out with this freelance Photoshop project. When he buzzed my door, he didn’t come in immediately, so I went out to the lobby to see what was holding him up. He was talking to this young guy who was apparently having trouble getting in touch with someone in the building. In situations like this I like to pretend I’m a deaf-mute, but Mike let this guy borrow his phone.
It was clear as we were talking to this guy that he was slightly unhinged. He called his friend 10 times in a row and kept asking to try one more time. Mike has a slight ‘gay voice’ and once this guy picked up on it things got surreal. He started asking Mike if he was a demon. He asked Mike over and over if he was a demon. And then he started asking “Am I going to go to hell forever? Please! Just tell me! Am I going to go to hell forever!”
Read More »