Quote from: Steph2.0 on October 24, 2017, 02:07:01 PM
... today a Facebook "friend" who had committed to support me after I came out, even though they admitted to not understanding ->-bleeped-<-, reposted this on their page:

This was someone who has been a dear friend and mentor to me in the past, and though I knew he was very right-wing, I took him at his word that he would remain my friend even after knowing my truth. I had already unfriended his son for the same kind of thing, but I'd never had any kind of relationship with him other than through his dad. This felt like a betrayal, especially when his wife (who'd also said she would try to understand) and other acquaintances I'd hung out with in the past, all "liked" the repost. Normally I would have simply unfriended them, but this hit too close to home. I replied with the following:
I'm sure there will be fallout. Whatever. I'm still seeing red.
Steph
I was at an airport bar in Charlotte, presenting male, back when they were debating their bathroom law in NC. It was on the news on the bar TV.
Guy next to me starts lipping off about how "it's about g*ddam" time they do something about 'those people.'
Makes me... sorta mad.
I decide to have some fun with him.
"I'll say!" I go, "It must happen a h*ll of a lot down here if you actually need to pass a law against it. What's the deal with North Carolina, anyway? I mean, I've heard about San Francisco, but a whole state full of Froot Loops? I'm from Illinois, so I wouldn't know."
He's starting to give me the uneasy stink-eye.
I continue, "Honestly, there really can't be that many of those people in North Carolina. You're from around here, right?" He nods. I continue, "Think about it. It's a numbers game. To be such an issue, I betcha it's gotta be mostly regular guys like you and me just having a little fun. Amirite?"
Then I lean into his face, all conspiratorially, and give him this sleazy grin. "Admit it. You've done it. Yeah? Few times, throw on a skirt, a wig, and some lipstick, walk right in? Can't be that hard to do."
Trollman is absolutely sputtering at this point, so I drop the bomb. "Hey, look - I got a couple hours to kill before my next flight. You guys know all about this dressing up like a woman thing. Can you teach me how? Like, I got no idea. Then we can both sneak into the ladies' room like a couple local fellas."
He grabs his bag and is outta there. Doesn't look back, doesn't even pay his bill.
It is my experience that arguing with fools does little to persuade them, and noisy disputes at airport bars do little for one's dignity.
But a few improv classes and a black sense of humor can be hella fun.
I'm sorry about your friends pulling that rotten FB thing. I hope my story can help cheer you up, and that you can find it in your heart to forgive your friends.