Or just intimating that they are. It’s high school bullying/kidding talk. I went to high school with a couple of guys that were best friends, probably because they both got picked on for being a little bit effeminate. About 20 years after graduation, I saw one of them washing a car, decked out in Daisy Dukes, a white wife-beater, and a Freddie Mercury mustache. I about died laughing. I told my neighbor, and we were laughing, and his girlfriend came unglued on us. Apparently she knew the guy, and swore up and down that he wasn’t gay. I thought she was gonna hit me. Anyway, I relented, saying “OK, he’s not gay. But he’s not doing himself any favors wearing that get-up.”
That’s funny.
What’s a a white wife-beater?