Neutron said:
I was wondering. In your respective professions and lives what would the general reaction if you had a co worker/friend/someone you know, all of a sudden came out of the closet or it was rumored they were gay?
My profession is skilled, stressful white collar; my background is very blue collar. In my background (read: high school and younger days), the gay fellow/lass would've been abused quite a bit. Verbally, to be sure, but also some physical intimidation/violence would be likely too. Sad, but an honest evaluation.
However, those I work with directly, in these modern days, more than likely wouldn't care less, and would actually wonder how someone would find time to be gay and have fun
🙂 There would be an initial shock if someone came out, but after that, business as usual. Because as you've said, Neutron, it's very tough to tell when people are gay/ticklers/foot guys, etc unless they come out and tell you. There are signs, mind you, but you can never definitely be sure. So it's always "something" of a surprise.
I think our clients, more than average, would have a problem with it, if someone was gay. But not my co-workers.
And just to meander even further, I too attended a very liberal college. I got my first job at the university as a freshman, and I had 5 supervisors. 4 of them were gay. No joke, it's like some poorly written comedy. And I found out one of my best friends in college was gay, during our junior year. He didn't really make any grandiose statements or stumble around with it. He just showed me an IRC channel he frequented where he met a lot of local guys. Funny crowd. After that, when he was with Stacie and I, the two of them would point out cute guys across campus, while I would imagine the kind of laughs gals around campus had when tickled. Quite the threesome.
I don't know, you just kind of reach a certain point in your life, after having spent so much time in education, in love, in heartache, in misery and joy, in losing your way and then finding yourself, and all else...gay people just don't seem important to me. At all. I have much bigger fish to fry in my life than to worry if X is covorting with Y after hours. Maybe I'm getting jaded in my old age, but I just couldn't care less.