Ugh. Sometimes I feel like every single one of my hobbies, interests, or categories has to be the weird alt version.
Like, I'm a little bit of a gun nut. But it's a war chest of paintball equipment. I'm a Level 20 Airsmith.
I'm a motorcyclist. But my bikes get sneered at by Harley Dads, and smiled on by Their dads.
I'm a tabletop game fan, but it's tactical lego wargames.
I'm Queer AF, but I'm a male trash witch so I scramble silhouette recognition.