Dammit.
Somebody brought in fresh flowers for the office today, so I had them on the reception desk with me in the lobby.
One particularly dense (and overly religious, and somewhat annoying to work with) admin came up and asked if they were for me, and I said no. Then she mentioned how nice it would be if I’d gotten them from my girlfriend. (This is where I braced myself for what always comes next.) Then, as if on cue, she asked me if I had a girlfriend - to which I, of course, said no. Then she asked, “Why not?”
{sigh}
Could’ve said a lot of things, but I said, “I don’t want one.” Easy way out, I figured. Then she says, “Why, are girls mean to you?” (She thinks she’s being cutesy.)
{sigh}
Once again, could’ve said a lot of things. I said, “I like being single.” That mollified her. It irked me.
{sigh}
As long as coming out is viewed by society as a political action, it will matter, and we all have a choice. This was someone I just didn’t want to have to deal with in any kind of negative way, as I do have to work with/for her throughout the day, and she’s already a pain in the ass as it is. There are other people in the office I wouldn’t have hesitated to say, “No, thanks, queer boy here,” but I just got this vibe that it wasn’t worth it. Coming out is still a choice, even for someone as gay as I am - this is why we are sometimes referred to as “the invisible minority.”
(And no, I don’t want to go off on some rant about what a bitch she is and how much I hate her for not being able to feel comfortable coming out to her and blah blah blah - she’s actually a perfectly nice woman, if a bit on the dim and annoying side, but having spoken with her on other topics, I just know telling her would turn into a big deal, one I just simply don’t want to deal with. If I were going to stay here permanently, I might have said something, but as it is, I just don’t need the headache.)
It’s true what they say - coming out is a life-long process. And it’s annoying as all hell.
Esprix