I was referred to as "she" at the little gay clinic. Woe. Woe upon me.

I went to the leather bar in July to go celebrate incredible gay sex and the bartender ma'amed me and I was like ?????? Absolutely wild to me.

Egotistical as fuck to assume I'd be flattered by that attention.

Like I'm not even annoyed about the rejection, or change of mind, or plans falling through, because the first two are people's right to do and the third is just something that happens. I am very specifically annoyed at how it's somehow the When And Where question that triggers it.

Second guy who I was simply getting drinks with, the same. Guys, I can't magically sense your location and show up in your bed.