I got mine pierced when I was 17, just after graduating high school. Boys were prohibited from wearing piercings on campus, likely for gang-related reasons so I had to wait until after graduating to get my piercing.
I knew my mom would never take me. I remember blatantly telling her I'd get an earring and she'd say over my dead body, or some other gasp and cry of disapproval. So I don't remember if I asked her to take me to get my piercing after high school, but it was definitely my dad who took me. I think I might have just cut my mom right out and went straight to him. Surprisingly, my dad approved and agreed to take me.
So we went to Claire's at the local mall. Hey, it was the cheapest place that will give you at least 10K gold and a clean process. And despite the kind of boutique it is, a stud looks like a stud. It's a unisex earring that I didn't mind going to Claire's for. What shocked me even further was my dad got his ear pierced too! Bear in mind, he was 62 at the time and had never mentioned an interest in piercings. I think he felt just as impulsive and rebellious as I did.
So when we got back home, my mom was pissed off at me. She didn't say a word to me for nearly 3 days. And it was glorious. I'm pretty sure she thought I was gay for getting an earring.
Speaking of people thinking my earring made me gay, it might have happened to me only one other time. I was interviewing at a steel mill in western PA and while one of the human resources employees was escorting me somewhere, we were interrupted by a steelworker to chit chat and small talk with the HR lady. The moment he opened his mouth he revealed his flamboyant tendencies. At some point in the conversation, he turned the topic of conversation to me and made a comment about my little earring there.
I'm not sure if he was making a pass at me or not but it made me self conscious that I hadn't taken my earring out earlier (I always take mine out during job interviews; you never know the company's culture). So by the end of this conversation, it's painfully clear that this man is gay and the only way you wouldn't pick up on it is if you've never left western Pennsylvania your entire life. As we leave, the HR woman turns to me and whispers, "oh that's so-and-so. He's a queer." No duh, and wait what? You work for HR. You should fucking know better.
And in that moment, my romanticized Simpsonsesque view on gay steelworkers was shattered. Gone was the image of burly, shirtless sexy men with sparks in their hair. Instead, I got this creep. Yes I know that not all gay men are creeps but I got the vibe that this guy would frequent both sides of a seedy glory hole. Other than that, I don't think I've had any one question (at least openly) my sexual orientation or suggest at something.
And you know, come to think of it after typing this all out, I find it ironic that my mom was against my earring; she had my older sister's ears pierced as an infant.