I could go back to my girlfriend and my gay-loving table and mock their responses, chastise their unworldliness and their inability to jump through the politically correct  gay hoops I had brought with me, or I could empathize with them and realize that that was maybe one of the hardest things they had ever done, that starting and having that conversation was them coming out of their closets.
Podia voltar para a minha namorada, para a minha mesa que adora "gays" e gozar com aquelas respostas, criticar a sua falta de  conhecimento do mundo e a sua incapacidade de ultrapassar  as dificuldades "gays" politicamente correctas  que eu levara comigo, ou podia simpatizar com eles e perceber que aquilo talvez fosse uma das coisas  mais difíceis que eles já tinham feito, que começar a ter aquela conversa seria como sair  dos seus próprios armários.