My first encounter was with a friend that I’m going to refer to as “Mark,” it was a normal weekend and we had gone out drinking at the Downtown Pub. I sat down across the booth from him and started the conversation off with a comment along the lines of women being the Bain of all men. From there the conversation became about the freedom to do whatever you want with whomever you want. Then I told him that I had “decided to give this queer thing a try,” and from that point on things went downhill. Not only did he not believe me, he even started asking me to prove it in ways that extra credit doesn’t cover. In the end I finally told him the truth, although he never believed it, we did have a rather spirited conversation about human sexuality.
The second encounter was with a friend I have known for a very long time now, for this description his name is going to be “Paul.” Once again we went to the Downtown Pub; once again we found an empty booth. This time I just came on out with it and told him I had something important to confide in him. Once I told him I was “queer” his first response was “does Kara know?!” (Kara is my girlfriend of five years) Paul then followed that statement up with a “oh. Well that’s cool” in an attempt to act normal, but I could tell that he was very uncomfortable due to the fact that he “sipped” on his drink for the next ten minutes, instead of drinking it like a normal person. Eventually he asked if it was anyone in particular who had “turned” me, at this point it was all I could do not to laugh, but with a straight face I told him that “Brad Pit is a very sexy man!” At the end of the night Paul tried to say that he had always had a suspicion, but it was at that point that I had to tell him the truth, even though he was very respectful when he thought I was a “queer.”