Apparently our neighbor has been dying to meet me since he
moved in next door. So much so that he has invited himself over for coffee this
morning. This should prove interesting.
I’m not exactly sure what to expect from someone so
aggressive about meeting us because we are “family.” To clarify, he’s also gay.
Now, when I think of family, I think of, you know, my family and really close
friends, not random strangers who share the same sexual orientation I do. The
term may make more sense where gays are ostracized and hidden code is necessary
to ensure one’s safety, but here in the Pacific Northwest? Not so much. From
what my husband has told me, he’s from San Francisco, arguably the gayest city
of them all. I don’t know. Maybe they have a close-knit community or something,
but here we just sort of blend in to the rest of society. Hopefully he won’t be
clingy and get all stereotypical on us.
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