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.
Poderia voltar para a minha namorada e nossa adorável mesa <i>gay</i> e ridicularizar seus comentários, punir seu desconhecimento e inabilidade de saltar as politicamente corretas argolas <i>gay</i> que eu trouxera, ou poderia compreendê-los e entender que pode ter sido uma coisas mais difíceis que fizeram, esse início e essa conversa foram eles <i>saindo do armário</i>.