I think we all like to work in our own comfort zone. Whether are pants are on or off. I remember one time going to a dudes place to get a blow job. Before we got started he said “Just want to let you know I’m gay but I’m not out.” I wasn’t sure what that had to do with the noble venture he was about to embark upon, but I think he was letting me know he wasn’t the type to do this then expect me to ask him to the movies to make out in the back row. I know when I first started doing stuff with guys it made me feel better if the other guy was curious too. No judgment on gay men. I think I just thought that I’d be more comfortable with a man who has the same basic sex interests as me. Now though I think it doesn’t matter. Sorta like if I’m gonna go to all the trouble to hook up with a man as long as he’s happy taking little Scottie in his mouth who the fuck am I to worry about what he does when my pants get pulled back up.