RisiaSkye
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So, we've talked at various times about the assumptions that people face based on their looks. We've talked about the false assumptions that inform our understanding of each others' sexuality. But, one thing I haven't seen mentioned is the "queer assumptions" that gay men and lesbians face.
Here's an example:
I used to work with a woman named Lisa. She was smart, sarcastically funny, and incredibly good at her job; she trained me, and eventually, I took over her job when she left a year and a half later. From the first time I met her, I *knew* she was a lesbian, the way you can just tell sometimes. This knowledge had no bearing on my thoughts or feelings about her, it was just part of the standard package of information you get whenever you meet someone (Good haircut. Lousy fashion sense. Firm handshake. Whatever.). Or, so I thought.
Over the course of the nearly 2 years that we worked together, I got to know her pretty well. We saw each other socially, sometimes as a foursome--me, her, my husband, and her girlfriend. We all got along well, and had some laughs. I thought things were completely cool between us all, and felt completely nonchalant about her sexuality. "I'm a San Francisco girl," I told myself, and secretly congratulated myself for not making the kind of comments that I attribute to ugly ignorance (that four letter "D" word being a prime example). Believe me, I am not proud of this, it's just the reality & I want to give the whole picture.
One afternoon on a lunch break, she told a story about a car accident she had been in several years before. I was listening, enjoying her dry delivery of a pretty funny story. Right up until the point when she mentioned her *boyfriend* being in the car with her. My surprise must have been painfully evident, as she stopped her narration and just looked at me. Thinking back on it, she looked a little sad. I don't know if that's my imagination, or guilty feelings, or if it was real. All she said was, "Everybody's got a past." I didn't know what to say or how to respond. It was, to date, the only truly awkward moment in a lengthy and generally very easy casual friendship.
It wasn't until that moment that I realized how many completely bullshit assumptions I had attached to her--as though her sexuality was a given, as though I had any right to make assumptions or be surprised that she'd dated men. I have rarely felt as stupid, as thoroughly misguided, as I felt right then.
Why was I surprised?
Why would it matter to me at all whether she had dated men or not?
Has anyone else has an experience like this--where you think you're coming into a situation without unfair baggage, only to learn later that you are (or were) kidding yourself? What did you do? How did it affect your relationship?
For the gay/bi/les/pan/trans crowd--have you faced these kinds of assumptions? How do you feel about them? Did it/does it change how you feel about the person who holds them?
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Here's an example:
I used to work with a woman named Lisa. She was smart, sarcastically funny, and incredibly good at her job; she trained me, and eventually, I took over her job when she left a year and a half later. From the first time I met her, I *knew* she was a lesbian, the way you can just tell sometimes. This knowledge had no bearing on my thoughts or feelings about her, it was just part of the standard package of information you get whenever you meet someone (Good haircut. Lousy fashion sense. Firm handshake. Whatever.). Or, so I thought.
Over the course of the nearly 2 years that we worked together, I got to know her pretty well. We saw each other socially, sometimes as a foursome--me, her, my husband, and her girlfriend. We all got along well, and had some laughs. I thought things were completely cool between us all, and felt completely nonchalant about her sexuality. "I'm a San Francisco girl," I told myself, and secretly congratulated myself for not making the kind of comments that I attribute to ugly ignorance (that four letter "D" word being a prime example). Believe me, I am not proud of this, it's just the reality & I want to give the whole picture.
One afternoon on a lunch break, she told a story about a car accident she had been in several years before. I was listening, enjoying her dry delivery of a pretty funny story. Right up until the point when she mentioned her *boyfriend* being in the car with her. My surprise must have been painfully evident, as she stopped her narration and just looked at me. Thinking back on it, she looked a little sad. I don't know if that's my imagination, or guilty feelings, or if it was real. All she said was, "Everybody's got a past." I didn't know what to say or how to respond. It was, to date, the only truly awkward moment in a lengthy and generally very easy casual friendship.
It wasn't until that moment that I realized how many completely bullshit assumptions I had attached to her--as though her sexuality was a given, as though I had any right to make assumptions or be surprised that she'd dated men. I have rarely felt as stupid, as thoroughly misguided, as I felt right then.
Why was I surprised?
Why would it matter to me at all whether she had dated men or not?
Has anyone else has an experience like this--where you think you're coming into a situation without unfair baggage, only to learn later that you are (or were) kidding yourself? What did you do? How did it affect your relationship?
For the gay/bi/les/pan/trans crowd--have you faced these kinds of assumptions? How do you feel about them? Did it/does it change how you feel about the person who holds them?
edited for typing