I shouldn’t write when I’m cranky, but I am going to anyway because I need to vent.
I hate the word ‘faggot’. I don’t care if you giggle after you say it and tell me it’s okay because your gay friend doesn’t object when you call him that, I still find it offensive.
“You know I’m just kidding with you,” he said.
“No, I don’t,” I replied. “And, it’s still hateful.”
“It is. Your homophobia is clear.” I said this while meeting his gaze directly (something I rarely make myself do).
He continued to argue until I realized I was making no headway. Sometimes, for our own sanity, we have to let them go. Maybe later, sober, he’ll remember the conversation, but part of me is hoping not since I’m a captive audience for at least another 30 hours.
If he does? I’ll tell him to go smoke a fag.