A little while ago my husband and I played host to an out-of-town friend of ours. He had a layover in Atlanta, so we picked him up from the airport and hung out together for a few hours.
This friend has recently come out, and so we spent a lot of time talking about the issues he is facing, the effect all of this is having on his relationships, and how he appreciates having friends like us who are willing to talk about this with him.
After we’d hit all the relevant historical sites (read: IKEA) we were trying to decide where to go next.
“How about the Botanical Gardens?” suggested my husband.
“Ooh, great!” I agreed.
“Um, why are we going to a garden again,” asked our friend.
“Because we like to look at flowers,” I replied.
“Oh, geez!,” our friend retorted. “You guys are gay!”
Peace, love, and understanding, man. That’s what we are all about here.
When I ride in the car with my gay friends and give them driving instructions, I am told to use the term “forward” instead of “go straight.”
It always make me laugh.