DOMA

So with all the times I've been sitting in the vets office lately, I started getting some facial recognition with the regulars. One morning my mom drove up from down south, and we had to sit and wait for a while. She wanted to know what had happened with Taylor and I sighed and started talking. Every so often I'd look up and see this older woman clearly eavesdropping. She had a little smile on her face as if to say "Ah, young love." It was galling, but I was using female gender pronouns and she wasn't acting appalled so I just forgot about her.

When I came to pick Leeloo up from getting her wound stapled shut the woman was waiting there again. I nodded politely at her, and she took it as an opening. "You've been here a lot this week." I grimace, "Hopefully this is the last time." "Did you hear the news?" I blinked at her, and shook my head. "About DOMA being repealed?" "Oh! Yeah, it was all over my Facebook, it's awesome. They repealed Prop 8 in California too." She smiled contentedly, "You must be so thrilled!" I tilted my head a little, not really sure what she was talking about. "I couldn't help but overhear you talking to your mom the other day." It clicked in my head and I wanted to laugh at her. She clearly wanted to tell someone that she was supportive of gay rights, but lacking any gay friends she'd chosen to congratulate a random stranger. She didn't seem to find it weird that she was commenting on my sexual orientation without knowing me, but at least she wasn't scowling at me from a corner calling me a heathen.