No, they didn't ever think I was gay, that was just my crazy transvestite father projecting. I'm pretty openly heterosexual in that I have always admired certain women and what not, even though my romantic life was limited to a few women in college years through my early-mid 30s. I do admit I'm fairly domestic in that I don't mind, kind of even like, doing housework, cooking, cleaning, etc. But I just look at that as both pragmatic, being a bachelor, and as being a modern man without hang ups about "women's work" and "men's work". My father was also very sexist, he was lazy and demanding, wouldn't boil water or so much as get up and get a spoon for himself, he made my mom do it for him. She was like a slave to him in so many ways, and so beaten down.

I'm on this kick to be a "tough guy", because not being a tough guy brought me to that dock. But, I am not a neandertha. I hate sexists, I hated how my father treated my mom. I worked for a female boss for a number of years and always respected her as the boss. We got along great. I see people as people first. And, I also don't think of my domestic side as "feminine" - that sort of thinking is old and sexist too. What is feminine about cooking and doing the laundry if you're a single guy, or married for that matter. What is masculine about a woman who changes her own oil in her car or goes deer hunting? Nada, I say.