Gay Until Penetration  Hetero men grapple with being taken for
fags  You've met him before, probably many times—a guy you're
sure is gay, right down to the upturned pinky, penchant for
pastels, Chelsea abode, and effeminate mannerisms. Or maybe you
can't quite pin it down, but you're simply positive there's no
way he's not a homo. He embodies every stereotype you can think
of and then some, and yet you later find out your new gay friend
is, in fact, straight.  There's a certain breed of modern
straight man who, to the average eye, sets off gaydar. Take the
guy I met at a party: tall, well-dressed, wearing a beret. He's
into musical theater, works as a waiter. "You write for The
Village Voice?" he exclaimed. "There's a guy who sometimes comes
into my restaurant. His name is . . . Michael Musto." These
factoids didn't individually scream queer, but taken as a whole,
they caused me to make assumptions, to the point that I couldn't
believe he actually wanted to go out with me when our mutual
friend told me he was