here's a puzzler, at least for me. Like three years ago when I had come back gome from college and reconnected with some old friends and made new ones, you know how it goes, we were at my buddy's house one night sitting around playing Poker and it just came up (that's what she said! heyo!) and these guys, hard guy, you know, caterpillar boots, camo hats, Dodge trucks with tires up to your boogers, take days off to go hunting, tough guys, real salt of the earth (redneck? eh its where I'm from lol)...they were all, to a one, okay. "That's cool man."
not supportive, b/c that's not their way, but merely okay with it. As were my parents years before when I came out to them. I had been kinda pissed off that it worked out so well for me--years of watching Cleveland football, for instance, has taught me to prepare for he other shoe dropping--but there was none of that. It was astounding. No one kicked me out, no one was like 'ew gross' or 'omygawdhowcouldyou' (well, one fat chick I knew in HS, but that's whatever). It was supremely weird and welcoming.
I almost feel bad there was no drama. Queer as Folk would be appalled lol
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