This is true! Reinvent yourself often as time passes, to avoid suspicion. Forge the necessary paperwork. Create a new identity. Fake your own death. Move to a new country and start over. The possibilities are endless.
if someone ever asks you how you knew you were gay/bi/ace/trans/etc, just come up with the craziest story you can think of on the spot and tell it to them
for example: “oh god, it was right after my first battle. i was struck down by this hulking behemoth. my friends thought i was dead, so they left me on the battlefield. needless to say, they thought i was the devil when i showed up to the tavern the next morn, and i was stoned and run out of town. so i made out to the scottish coast, and survived on my own through the years with my sheep and my half-finished tower until one day, the beautiful ser sean connery rode in on a magnificent stallion, covered in red velvets and gold silks, brandishing a rapier. his horse reared majestically as lightning flashed in the background, and in a booming, ethereal voice he declared “you’re fucking gay”.”