The weather on this August Sunday was unseasonably pleasant, so C and I decided to go for a stroll in the neighborhood this afternoon. We walked and chatted, held hands occasionally, and hummed the tuned of "I'm Yours" (by Jason Mraz) together.
Our otherwise peaceful stroll was interrupted twice by locals who made a point to jeer at us. At one point a rather scruffy 20-something on a bike passed by us, turned to face us, and yelled "hey, keep that shit behind closed doors, you fucking faggots." Now this isn't the first time we've been jeered at, so I wasn't surprised to receive the judgment of an ignorant passer-by. But I was surprised by the intensity of this guys' remarks. C and I hadn't even been holding hands for awhile. He must have seen one of us reach over to affectionately rub the other's back while we slowly walked along. That's "shit" that "fucking faggots" need to keep behind closed doors?
At another point, a guy in a passing car muttered a few derogatory sentences, most of which were unintelligible. But he definitely said the word "sodom" twice.
I'm still processing the experience. As I mentioned, this is not the first time that C and I have been mocked on the street. It's more like the fourth time.
But it has been quite awhile since the last time something like this happened. And I noticed our responses have changed over time. Today we weren't fazed or shocked. We didn't change anything about what we were doing. We kept walking at the same speed, chatting, holding hands occasionally, and humming together. A part of me is really surprised that we didn't change what we were doing. But I guess we just weren't afraid of this round of ridicule.