I think my room probably screams "gay slob" - the first thing you see is the bed, buried under clothes, so you get one gender clue from those, particularly if I have my camo sheets on. Looking around to surfaces, and the floor, it doesn't seem to be decorated in any particular manner, stuff is just piled. I have stalagmites of books, because I have too many to fit on my shelves. Not that there's any shortage of bookshelves, I just have a bit of a book problem. But then there's the random dolls and My Little Ponies - not that all bronies are gay - sticking up from between the piles, and vitamin bottles, so there's clearly a feminine influence. I don't know how it all gets here - I think my place is connected to the Sock Nebula.