People have assumed I am gay (that autocorrected to “fat” and I’m laughing so hard) for the last 7 years or so. It’s almost as though a straight, single woman in her mid-thirties in West Michigan is either gay or really loves cats.

I just really love cats, OKAY?

For real though, there is nothing about me which says gay. I have gone to gay clubs and get shunned by lesbians. Why? Because they know I’m (mostly) straight. People just assume what they assume, sometimes without rhyme or reason, doesn’t mean everyone thinks you’re gay.