FNord is right.
I live in Panama, where the sound "aaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy" is something I hear every 20 minutes or so. It is a sound people here make to anyone who is doing something considered gay. It can be anything, from wearing a pink shirt, to standing with your arms on your waist, to dying your hair because it is graying. You walk around you hear that sound all the time.
Sometimes, on Friday, when I am walking home, I see dozens of people in parking lot X or parking lot Y, just gathered there, drinking beer and screaming, and sometimes I hear the sound "ayyyyyyyyy" because someone did something considered gay. From time to time, I see members of the Panamanian elite, those few women considered white and beautiful inside jewelry stores or some other store for the rich waiting to be photographed by some poor guy with a camera who cannot talk to them, but he can salivate a little.
I'll tell you about June 2011, the last time I was with my family.
Day #1, my cousin, my brother, and my female cousin arrive from South Carolina. I am in Panama. I live here, and I don't have friends, nor do I want them.
That same day, my cousin, my brother and I go to a bar, where my brother starts talking to a bunch of guys from Germany doing business in this third world nightmare. The place is crowded, people are jumping, dancing, screaming, and I am bored as f**k.
From then on, it is my cousin, my brother talking about sex, sports, and drinking beer every night. And finding girls they can talk to. Usually about stupid s**t, like "where are you from? What do you do? Are you enjoying your time in Panama?"
Sometimes there was an exception to the "sex, beer, bars, nightclubs" rule, and they chose to go to casinos and throw their money away.
Day #3, we go to a restaurant, where my brother introduces us to his girlfriend. A girl who is divorced and asks very polite questions, like "how come most of you don't look alike?" and "you aren't rich, right? Some of you are poor like me?" My female cousin looks at me and asks me to stop eating and say something. I have been way too quiet since they arrived.
Day #4, I decide to stay home. My family gets pissed because I should be able to "make my own decisions", and go with my brother, my cousin, to bars, etc. In other words, "making my own decisions" stands for "making a decision that favors them". I decided to make a decision and buy a bunch of DVDs and stay at home and watch them.
I didn't visit my brother and my cousins until the night before they went back to South Carolina.
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Your Aspie score: 163 of 200
Your neurotypical (non-autistic) score: 50 of 200