Category: Story


This is when I figured out what #PRIDE meant

About a year ago I was dating a guy we were holding hands in public. Nothing out of the ordinary if you're used to that sort of thing. It wasn't overly PDA because that stuff kind of grosses me out a bit. Just two gay dudes, holding hands, going to eat some pizza. As we were crossing the street,  just as we made it to the far side of the crosswalk, a car whizzes by us and a guy leans out the window screams, "FAGGOTS!" It took me a second to register what happened, and neither of us stopped walking. However, my jaw was practically dragging along the sidewalk. "Did that really just happen? Did we get called—" "Yep," my date responded. ...I was…