You've Mistaken Me for a Bigot
Isaac and I, when we're out [if you'll pardon the expression] in public, obviously miss some of the best, cross-cultural moments, probably because you can tell that we're two men together just by looking at us. People assume what they assume and it's mostly true, although no one can tell by looking "who's the woman" in our relationship.*
Although we do sometimes get reactions to our existance, like wives gripping their oblivious husbands' arms even tighther as we pass by, perhaps muttering some sotto voce incantation aimed at preventing instant recruitment of the husbands to the homosexual agenda, we are rarely mistaken for a white and Republican [mixed-gender] couple. Phew.
However, I shouldn't be too hasty. It could be good fun on occasion, as Shakespeare's Sister describes, in reaction to an anecdote that she relates in the same post: "Stumbling into the Twilight Zone at the Home and Patio Show":
It's always interesting living in a conservative area and being part of a straight, white couple who doesn't hate gay people, or people of color, or, you know, liberals. It never ceases to amaze how willingly people who assume you're just like them will put their bigotry on public display. Mr. Shakes and I are regularly assumed to be Christian, Bush-loving bigots who just can't wait to make babies, instead of the godless, deliberately childless, progressive traitors we actually are. Even his Scottish accent, tagging him as being one of those nasty Yur-oh-pee-ans, doesn't seem to cause pause, although that might be because, as we've learned from various comments, people think he's from Texas and that Scotland is part of America.
I think it tells us all we need to know about these people that they would mistake Mr. Shakes' Scottish accent for a Texas accent — the Scottish accent is much, much sexier, although I may simply have imprinted that way because of a crush I once had on a red-headed Scotsman.
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*Just a bit of gay humor for those who don't recognize this as the classification for a whole file cabinet filled with clueless comments and stereotypes.
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on Wednesday, 8 March 2006 at 18.53
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When Mr. Sideshow and I moved into this house, the guy across the street actually came over to welcome us into the neighborhood and told us how great it was to have white people moving in. I was amazed.