How to know if my crush is gay


8 Signs Your Crush Is Gay According to Clueless

1) He wears a fedora and pastel pink jacket on your first date. Any questions?

2) He doesn't keep you waiting by the phone. "Christian said he'd call the next day, but in teen time that meant Thursday, so you can dream my astonishment to listento from him when I was packing daddy up," says Cher. Remember: Straight guys don't call, they text—and even those reach with major delays.

3) He brings Some Like It Hot and Spartacus to your movie night. Classics, sure, but not exactly flicks to get you in the mood. (Ditto for Billie Holiday, who Christian plays on the drive to a party.)

4) He's always down for a trip to the mall. If you hear yourself saying, "He's becoming one of my favorite shopping partners," you've hit the point of no return.

5) He only has eyes for the bartender—the male bartender. If he squirms at the touch of a miss while flirting with the cute wait staff, it's probably not a subscribe that he's just a really respectful boyfriend who appreciates good service.

6) He turns down a night

Here's What To Do When Your Crush Isn't Out

Dating in the queer community can be complicated at any age, but it can be especially tricky in high school. Crush + sexual exploration + gender identity questions + parents and school and friends and LIFE = a slightly difficult thing to navigate. And that's not even taking into consideration how your crush might be feeling. Undertake you know how they identify? Where are they at with their sexual orientation? Or if they're out to their friends and family? These questions might be making you wonder: What do I do when I yearn to ask someone out, but they haven't yet come out as queer?

Well, let's dive in.

First dates are hard, no matter how old you are or how many you've been on. And it can be especially tough when you’re just coming to terms with your sexuality, and your exposure to relationships and advice is dominated by heteronormative ways of expressing and being in love. When I was younger and coming to terms with my own sexuality, it seemed like my whole life was dominated by my queer crushes — on my friends, on celebrities, and even

DEAR DR. NERDLOVE: I’m not sure if I’ve just lost what seemed to be shaping up to be a really excellent friend. I am 22yo, she is 24yo

She’s a female I met in a class about a year or so ago when the both of us were in school, after our class finished we stayed friendly but we would only see each other once in a (long) while. Long story short, I move out of town, I verb back, time passes and we are beginning to hang out more often. I wouldn’t say we were “close” but recently we were getting closer as we were helping each other with things here and there and finding a lot of enjoyment spending time together as friends.

I had spoken to her just over a week ago and told her that I was attracted to her but she told me that she was currently in a “friends with benefits” kind of situation with another individual and there were perhaps thoughts to get more grave. That and another reason or two was why our relationship wouldn’t be going past friendship; not what I wanted but hey its not the end of the world either. So one evening a few days later we’re hanging out again, I’d accepted that I

Ron came home with a bag of cassettes from Tower Records. “I initiate a cool-looking guy in the store,” he said. “I asked him to tell me what I should buy.” I didn’t give a second’s thought to the guy in the store. I heard “Presents.” Upstairs at Eric’s by Yaz. Brothers in Arms by Dire Straits. Avalon by Roxy Music.

As he walked to the stereo with one of the cassettes, I saw Ron silhouetted in our expansive view of Lake Michigan. It was magic hour, the time of day I’d learned about in film school when the light glowed gentle and romantic at dusk. As Roxy Music’s saxophone echoed off the linoleum, I watched him from my end of the sofa: sculpted face, stout dark hair with an early shock of silver. I even loved his feet. Yet I couldn’t reach over and handle them as tenderly as I wanted to execute. We were just roommates, his invitation to endure just helping out a friend from church.

Also, he was gay.

Ron wasn’t the first gay person I’d known. But unlike my friends from art institution, he was actively fighting it. He flat-out told me, “I came to church to be saved. Set my old life a