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I changed a flat for an elderly woman in a mall parking lot a year or so ago. She had a marriage = man + woman sticker on her car, but she was obviously in need of help and I was ready, willing, and able to do so. When I was finished and staunchly refused her offer of payment, she said something to the effect of "Your wife is a very lucky woman." I kind of smiled sadly and told her that I wasn't allowed to have a spouse, legally speaking. She didn't quite understand, so I laid it out for her (paraphrased as best as I can recall):
"Yes, ma'am- I am gay. And as you have clearly observed, I don't fit any of the usual stereotypes- I'm not effiminate, I don't wear womens' clothes, I'm pretty good at changing a tire, and I'm not some fire-breathing demon from hell. I'm a person just like you, that has a job, a house, family, friends, pets, loves, hates, and everything inbetween. The only difference is who I have fallen in love with. I see from your sticker that you don't care for that, and that's OK- we're all entitled to an opinion. But I hope that today, perhaps in some way I've given you a human face to gay people and that you think of that instead of what you hear from religious fundamentalists and republican politicians. That's really all I can ask."
She was speechless for a moment, but she then confessed that she had never really interacted (knowingly) with a gay person. And she promised that the sticker was coming off as soon as she got home. I don't know if that actually happened, and I've not seen her since. But hopefully, if she ever hears someone ragging on the gays maybe she'll tell her story of the fairy that changed her tire!
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