When I used to come out of the closet as a teenager, this was a common response: “it’s not real” or “you’ve decided to do this”.

It didn’t occur to me I could have righteous indignation about it, but it did lead to me to a place where I’m still enthusiastically delighted/shocked/vindicated when straight people literally don’t care about gays, or aren’t disgusted by gays, or when they wish noncishet people happy anniversary.