Cheers to Queers

"What did they say?"

He hadn't understood what the guys shouted from the pickup truck as it drove by.  We were near the halfway point on our six our drive back to Chicago walking around downtown Galena, IL looking for a place for dinner before everything closed down.

"I think they called us queers."

"Really? Is it that obvious.  Maybe its our matching pants"

The matching pants were an accident.  Just some plain khakis.  I can't remember anything like that happening to me before.  I kind of like the word queer.  Maybe they didn't realize it had been reclaimed.

Not letting it disturb our plans, we sat down to dinner and ordered our wine and pizza.

We're here. We're queer. And yes, we have wine even when just stopping for dinner on a 6 hour road trip.