Hearing about all of these hate crimes lately, especially in New York City (where we dream of living one day), is scary. This fear is something that is always there, sitting quiet, but when I hear the news it bubbles up.
We have received every look imaginable.
We have had the pleasure of some wonderful looks such as the darling smiles of a 5 year old who recognizes love, to the 15 y/o high five or thumbs up, to the middle age man who tilts his head in acceptance, and the grandmother who has seen so much and sees more in us.
We have also seen some not so nice ones... like the cashier at Target who doesn't even say 'hi' to us as we check out, and the man at SeaWorld who yelled profanities at us before we sat down to see Shamu, and the 10 y/o who told us we are gross, and the mother of that adorable child who promptly left the cafe, and the waiter at the Macaroni Grille who proceeded to ask offensive questions and then stopped coming to our table after he overheard me tell the woman I love, "I am in love with you" on our anniversary.
Honestly, most days the good looks outweigh the bad and I feel good. Other days it makes me feel off... makes me question who I am. "Am I a bad person," I think when I get a bad look. It is easy to say "brush it off"... I know. I usually do, but sometimes I am scared for our safety.
I have seen and heard the horror stories and I don't want to be one of them. I like to think that if I am as kind to everyone as I can be then they won't hurt me and maybe someone will stick up for us, protect us, but I don't want to find out. What if no one does?
I am sure I speak for both of us when I say that we are so very happy to have some very wonderful and supportive people around us sending those good looks our way, but we also wish we could feel safer just the same.
Sapere aude.