It’s so weird to me that you get asked this question! past eleven year olds slamming their classmates with “are you gay or something?” it’s hard for me to imagine…
I’m not sure if that’s a higher level of prudishness and repression or a higher level of acceptance here.
I’ve had plenty of times it’s been assumed of me…the worst being when a taxi driver assumed I was my mother’s butch girl-friend…but no-one has ever asked me!
maybe it’s a guy thing?