A Dose of International Homophobia on the 49
Judging by their accents, I’d say they were from some Eastern European country. When they got on, the bus was full, and the one man in the group took the open seat next to an extremely effeminate, probably-gay man. Probably-gay man was talking to his probably-straight female friend. Hands flailed, but in an oh-so respectful manner.
But that wasn’t good enough for gay-hating Eastern European man.
As soon as a seat opened across the aisle, he hopped over there and proceeded to stare back at probably-gay guy with a look that could cut glass.
Now, there’s a lot of speculation in this diary, to be sure. But that’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.
My advice to homophobes, no matter where you’re from: We have gay people here in San Francisco. Maybe you’ve heard. Do your best not to stare, especially with such disdain.
Jeff has seen a gay person or 10,000 in his eight years in San Francisco, but he’s never stared at them dismissively.