I wonder how much of his poses stem from the fact that he's pretty. He reminds me a bit of a spoiled petulant Lord Alfred in that Oscar Wilde movie. Not only the toddler-esque supposed-to-be roguish charm, but something almost ... effeminate. *ponders elusive taste on her tongue*
You're absolutely sure he's been playing for the right team all those years? I'm only half joking.
Well, that was my working theory for several months around the 4th year of our marriage but I really don't think so. The evidence in favor of that theory was that he would go out at night and hangout at coffee shops and discuss philosophy with another pretty man and leave me home unf*cked with two babies. Really I think they were both just posers who liked the fact that they looked pretty together in public (my 2bx all pale haunted Van Gogh redhead and his friend all dark haunted angel with curls with their cuffs folded just so and their boy knapsack "purses" crossing their trenchcoats (okay, I have to take a break to puke a little in my mouth here)) Also, the woman he went out with before me was pretty much, to but it crudely, a "fag hag." Also, it often seemed to me that he would get "crushes" on other men sometimes.
However, I did spy on his private porn habits at one low point in my existence and found zero evidence for any male body object orientation. Plus, despite all his complaints about my physical being, I could tell that he was erotically object-oriented towards me during sex. Also, my sister dated a man for a while who came out later and she knew somebody else this happened to too. She said that the sexual pattern of behavior with a guy who is really gay is that they can be very loving and touching and sensual and they don't generally or initially have ED but they lose their erection easily throughout any erotic interaction with a woman. My 2bx never had erectile dysfunctions.
"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" - Mary Oliver