Long time ago, group of friends and I were eating late night food at a diner. Talking about lots of stuff and one of them turned to the topic of homosexuality as one of our friends just came out.
Only other customer in the room was a lady reading a book. When we spoke of homosexuality she simply mumbled, “I don’t believe in that.” and we said, “… What?” she says, “I don’t believe that homosexuality is a real thing.”
Gay bro pipes up and says he’s a living breathing example. They got into it for a bit and it was so long ago that I don’t remember how it went. I think she left out of frustration.
As an aside, there is really something magical about late night diners. Something timeless and almost invigorating about how mundane and dreamlike those experiences always are.
Long time ago, group of friends and I were eating late night food at a diner. Talking about lots of stuff and one of them turned to the topic of homosexuality as one of our friends just came out.
Only other customer in the room was a lady reading a book. When we spoke of homosexuality she simply mumbled, “I don’t believe in that.” and we said, “… What?” she says, “I don’t believe that homosexuality is a real thing.”
Gay bro pipes up and says he’s a living breathing example. They got into it for a bit and it was so long ago that I don’t remember how it went. I think she left out of frustration.
Weird times.
As an aside, there is really something magical about late night diners. Something timeless and almost invigorating about how mundane and dreamlike those experiences always are.
Even just the notion of butting into a conversation with that, wtf. Must’ve felt it was her chance to proselytise.
The People who “don’t believe in homosexuality” are usually the same type of entitled assholes to insert themselves into other people’s conversations.
Excellent point