A gay person could write "I am gay" in an autobiography and historians could still be like "okay but let's look at the brief conversation with that one girl from his studies class that he referenced back on page 694 for 2 sentences, I bet there was something there"
Hell a gay person could write in detail about being fucked in the ass and they'd still find some time to focus on a something else to make him straight.
Alexander Hamilton wrote to John Laurens:
Cold in my professions, warm in my friendships, I wish, my Dear Laurens, it might be in my power, by action rather than words, to convince you that I love you. I shall only tell you that 'till you bade us Adieu, I hardly knew the value you had taught my heart to set upon you. Indeed, my friend, it was not well done. You know the opinion I entertain of mankind, and how much it is my desire to preserve myself free from particular attachments, and to keep my happiness independent on the caprice of others. You should not have taken advantage of my sensibility to steal into my affections without my consent. But as you have done it and as we are generally indulgent to those we love, I shall not scruple to pardon the fraud you have committed, on condition that for my sake, if not for your own, you will always continue to merit the partiality, which you have so artfully instilled into me.
His letters to John Laurens were most always of a personal kind. It wasn't until his marriage to Elizabeth Shuyler that their letters became more professional and cold. Many historians say that it was a common practice among men of the 1700 to express their love to each other, but the way Hamilton wrote to Laurens was very similar to the way he wrote his wife.
Cold in my professions, warm in my friendships, I wish, my Dear Laurens, it might be in my power, by action rather than words, to convince you that I love you. I shall only tell you that 'till you bade us Adieu, I hardly knew the value you had taught my heart to set upon you. Indeed, my friend, it was not well done. You know the opinion I entertain of mankind, and how much it is my desire to preserve myself free from particular attachments, and to keep my happiness independent on the caprice of others. You should not have taken advantage of my sensibility to steal into my affections without my consent. But as you have done it and as we are generally indulgent to those we love, I shall not scruple to pardon the fraud you have committed, on condition that for my sake, if not for your own, you will always continue to merit the partiality, which you have so artfully instilled into me.