Do you kiss your queer beloved in public?
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A very long time ago I used to make out and hold hand with guys in public. True a little wine may have loosened me up at the office party or the ride home on the bus. And I was living in San Francisco those many years ago when I'd hold my boyfriends hand as we walked down the street.
At the University of Michigan:
"The kiss that we share with each other at the end of the rally represents all of the oppression we face from people who assume that everyone is a heterosexual," said Weltman, an LSA junior.
I kissed Charles in the front yard a couple of hours ago as he left to help a friend. We live in dinky Durham North Carolina. We don't live in a gay ghetto. Our edge of Northgate Park is what folks politely call transitional. You can go one way for some crack, another to look at the nice houses.
It is a lower middle class slice of the neighborhood. Heterosexuals surround us, we're the only gay folks here. I know at least one neighbor has called us fags. Shrug. She's an unhappy old Baptist bitch who spends her time talking to herself when there's no neighbor about to pester.
Is it really so hard to kiss your same-sex beloved in public?