Here's one of the great things about being part of a minority. You get to take in the customs and conventions of the majority, decide which to keep, and which to reinvent. The gays know this. Despite marriage equality, Macklemore and Orange Is The New Black, we live in a world spearheaded by heterosexual culture, but most of us are okay with that. There are a few things, however, that challenge heteronormative conventions that might make life in the majority a little less tasking.
Firstly, gay people are automatically part of a community, wherever we are in the world. It's like being Italian. Our community is the result of decades of being forced underground, so it's vibrant and welcomingly inclusive to newbies. Straight people, as the majority, can miss out on such a sentiment. So do something - anything - that gives you a sense of community. Football club? Stitch 'n Bitch? Young Nats? Any will do. The world is made up of rich communities, and feeling included - and including others - satisfies beyond belief.
The concept of marriage, kids and the white picket fence is all pretty new to us, yet it's been expected - even enforced - upon heterosexuals since the dawn of the First World. As a gay person, though, society doesn't expect much of you. You're not looked down on if still single at 30. If unmarried and without child at 35, you're not "too career-driven", nor is "spinster" uttered upon the feline-friendly that live alone at 40.
Nonconformity to societal expectations is a key strength within gay culture, and when negotiated into straight culture, might result in happier heteros with lower divorce rates and decreased performance anxiety.
On matters of what others think, let's address something that gives gay people thick skin: being called derogatory names by strangers. It hurts, but you eventually realise that a person's internal hatred must be unfathomable for them to vocalise their homophobia to someone they don't know. Such helps you manage and desensitise yourself from life's inevitable forms of bullying. Reclaiming the catcalls that once offended you is empowering, so when a drunkard shrieks "Ginger!" on the street, you can smile and think, "Yes, I am! Well done you for having eyes!"