Maybe it’s because when I was young, my father, a psychoanalyst, didn’t agree with the then prevailing notion that you were sick if you weren’t straight, and counseled his homosexual patients to accept themselves as they were. It also sends another, more important, signal.
That small splash of color sends a signal: I’m not as dull as you might think.
Combine that with my dark garb and I could seem a little dour. I’m a humor writer, and I laugh a lot, but I have a deadpan face. WHYY thanks our sponsors - become a WHYY sponsor