Warning - I'm going to talk about stereotypical gay men. If that bothers you, don't read this.
I stopped at the grocery store to pick up stuff for dinner and ended up standing behind a very well dressed man that I pegged as stereotypical fem gay. His mannerisms, the way he held himself, even the way he talked. I thought it was amusing when he flirted with the male cashier who was either flirting back or a really good sport about it.
Then I'm next and the cashier turns to me, with the 'gay guy' within ear shot, and asks how I am and if I found everything... and I go to speak and it sounds like I'm channeling Samuel L. Jackson. It took me by surprise, since my voice hadn't been that deep all day. Both men actually paused and turned to stare at me for a second and then just carried on as if nothing happened. I felt my face heating up like someone was blasting the sun's rays directly at me.
