“So do you think X is hot?”
“Ummm… I’m gay.”
That is exactly how it went.
I had not planned it. I had not carefully thought over the words. I had not considered his views or my image.
I was shocked at myself. Every time you come out, it’s different. Coming out is a continuous process and a continuous choice, not a one-time event. This time I was direct, spontaneous and for the first time, abruptly presented with my (still relatively new) identity.
“Do you know, you’re my first gay friend? …If you’d told me like two years ago I would have been, like, ‘I hate you’.”
Changing minds, one at a time. This is what a social revolution looks like on the ground.
Inspiring as they may be, I don’t think Pride Marches really further the social acceptance of the LGBT community.