Sometimes as an autistic person, thinking that people like me and enjoy my company/wanna be my friend feels akin to when people think the stripper is in love with them.
Unironically it’s stuff like this that makes me as a queer writer not want to write ‘queer’ stories and much prefer the idea of Schrödinger’s queer
Making everything about queerness runs the risk of sounding like parody than good story telling.