I keep forgetting that I'm in Texas until something like this happens. Stephen and I deliberately sought out the gay neighborhood so that despite moving to Texas we would maybe feel a bit like we were still in the San Francisco Bay Area. It worked. We live amongst committed gay couples as well as all the extremes of the gay community. Working in the arts we interact with gay people without giving a second thought to them being any different than us.
But we were awakened from our dreamy sleep by the reminder that we are not in a progressive state. Once again our friends, family and neighbors must be ashamed of their lives and live closeted.
