I don't know what kind of a person people conceive me to be, whether they see me as the good kind of folks or the suspicious kind of folks. I don't judge people much when I meet them, I try not to create first impressions as much as possible. At last, people are people. They are impossible to label with certain names or types. But one way or the other, there comes a moment of Instinct. Which hetero men don't seem to have. Straight men seem to bulldoze through people in their life with a blindfold on their third eye. They can never seem to discern a bad apple from a fresh apple. Of course, the fresh apple may turn out to be rotten as well but there's an effort in trying to find out what kind of person is in your life. Someone could be as toxic as chemical waste in their life and they wouldn't even be able to point out who exactly. Hell, they don't even seem to know that there's chemical waste in their life.