This morning I put on a pair of track shorts, an old teeshirt, threw my hair in a messy pony tail and went for a walk. After I was finished I stopped at Starbucks for a grande unsweetened ice coffee (my favorite) and started walking home. I crossed the street and a beautiful african american woman in a suit came up to me and said, "Do you know where there is a Coffee Bean store?"
I responded, "Well, there is a Starbucks right behind us." And shook my cup in the air indicating that's where I purchased my amazing beverage only moment ago.
She said, "Thanks! The reason I stopped you was because I knew you would know since you're gay. And I'm gay too by the way. See you later."
umm...what? She knew I was gay? Did she know I was gay because of my appearance or because I was rockin the Starbucks which is AWESOME and gay people are AWESOME. Basic math would say that AWESOME + AWESOME = Super AWESOME!
I'm still confused by my street meeting but the moral of the story is: I look gay and I'm proud of that.