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Clean my ass
Hold my arms in a position so that my hands grab the sides of my belly.
(which wasn't even something I was consciously doing, but apparently it was enough to make a fellow male teenager exclaim sarcastically that I was truly standing there in a very heterosexual way)
The one and only thing was the way I held my wrists/hands when I was younger/into my teens. What's super weird is it was my dad who brought it up and mentioned it a lot but he is super supportive of lgbtq+ that's the weird thing to me.
I was born in Victorian Britain and have a very mirthful air about me.
So one day I was going about my merry business, being my jovial self.
When I'm walked a creature that saw what I was about, smiled at me and said 'well aren't you the gayest person I've met all day'.
I'm not sure how to feel tbh
kissing your son
Sleep with my buddy on same bed.