“Yeah, sometimes,” he admits with a frown. “I try not to think about it. It doesn’t feel right when I look at other people that way. I get a nervous feeling, like a confused and upset feeling that makes me hate myself, you know what I mean? Especially—especially when I’m—when it’s—when they’re a man. ...Which is a lot. Fuck.”
It’s hard to say out loud. He rarely stutters or has trouble speaking clearly (it’s talking too much that’s the problem) but this he can barely get out. At least it’s impossible to tell whether or not he’s blushing.