I used to have both ears pierced. Gold stud in one and thin hoop in the other.
Found out LONG after my mother's mother died that she was terrified that I "might be gay" because of "all those earrings." (She was also the one who didn't open the door of her house to me because she didn't recognize me after I grew my beard in graduate school. I had to drive home and ask my mother to call my grandmother to let her know I'd grown a beard.)
Took out the earrings to look for jobs here in conservative Tobacco-land in the late 90s. The holes closed up almost entirely, but sharp-eyed people still sometimes ask, "Do you have pierced ears??" I change the verb for them: "Yes, I did."
I played it off as a pirate. :biggrin1: Not the Johnny Depp, Pirates of the Caribbean, fey as hell type, but the deep-voiced, hairy-chested, big-bodied masculine bearish pirate who'd plunder your ass if he wanted to. :tongue:
NCbear (who found the image worked often for me :smile: )