What is repressed up-front finds a way to express itself indirectly. That’s why when I see a priest all decked out in frills and lace and gold, I immediately think: another repressed gay. In fact, I doubt whether much of the more elaborate liturgy, ritual and drama of high Catholicism isn’t entirely a function of frustrated queens finding some outlet for their otherwise repressed nature.
More likely, it is a function of extreme vanity, which may or may not be related to gay “identity.” To me, anyone’s discovery of their identity is an exercise in rationalizing their preferences by building up social reinforcers and taking advantage of the concomitant surplus resources. There is no necessary identification.