As a gay man, I have always been a bit sensitive about my selection of doctors. When I moved to California, I was lucky enough to find a gay-friendly practice just two miles from my house. (Imagine that, in the heart of Orange County...) I had the choice of a gay male doctor, or a female doctor. For some reason, I chose the woman, probably becsuse she was also from New Jersey.
Despite the fact that (or perhaps because) I am a gay man, and she is a hetero woman, I soon learned that she was very uncomfortable about male sexual and reproductive issues. The first clue was when she gave me a DRE (Digital Rectal prostate Exam) during my initial physical. She siad something like: "Don't worry, I have really small fingers. You'll hardly notice anything." She then proceeded to do an exam so quick that I wonder how she could have felt anything. Later, when I had nonspecific urethritis, she was clearly very uncomfotable as well. Recently, when my prostate started giving me some trouble (Ah, the joys of getting older...), she had the male Physician's Assistant (who is rather cute, and I suspect gay) see me again, and didn't see me herself again until recovery was well under way, and I was under the care of a urologist. I'm not sure if she did this because she thought I might be more comfoatable talking to a man, or because she was so uncomfortable.
After my initial treatment, the prostate trouble flared up while I was in NYC on business, causing me to have to see a urologist on the upper west side on an emergency basis. I was somewhat concerned about having to disclose my sexuality to a presumably straight doctor that I was meeting for the first time. He started to ask a few questions about sexuality, and I cut him off and gave a very blunt answer, that saved him a lot of trouble in probing with delicate questions. I think he was a bit shocked by my bluntness when I said: "I am a gay man. I am very sexually active. I am always the insertive partner, and have never had receptive sex." Nevertheless, that got us down to business a lot faster. I was actually surprised at his attitude toward my sexual practices. While my own doctor tried to pin my misery on an my sexual practices (which unfortunately did include a couple of stupid and ill-advised encounters just before the trouble started), the male doctor was actually less judgemental about my sex acts, and rather believed that some bad stress I was going through was much more likely to be the cause.
When I returned from the trip, I started seeing a straight male urologist near home. I actually found that I was quite comfortable talking frankly to him about gay sexuality. Unfortunately, he isn't quite as comfortable as the doctor in NY was, but he is nevertheless far more comfortable than my female primary-care internist is.
So, my conclusion at the end of the day is that I probably would have been better off with a male doctor (barring an absolute homophobe).