At least have the decency to lie

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imageContributing blogger Mike Alvear is an Atlanta-based columnist, author and TV personality who rants on sex, dating and pop culture while living at the corner of urge and merge. Find more from him at his blog.

I knew it was going to be a long flight when I asked the sweet grandmotherly woman sitting next to me why she was flying into town. “I’m the head of a non-profit Jewish organization,” she said. Cool, I thought, until she finished. “We’re here to work with the Christian Coalition.”

Oi vey.

I twisted. I turned. I squirmed. I picked up a book. I did not want to have a conversation with this woman. But having grown up with a Jewish grandmother, I knew resistance was futile.

So we talked. And sure enough she raised a question so Jewish it practically comes with Matzo balls: “So are you single?”

There’s a time and a place for coming out. This wasn’t one of them. “Yes,” I answered, quickly changing the subject. But she kept returning to the subject. “A nice boy like you not married?” I said something about not meeting the right person and changed the subject again.

Ignoring the subject switch, she said, “Well, I bet you have plenty of girls you’re dating.”

I told her I didn’t and changed the subject. *Again.* She changed the subject right back. “So, really,” she asked me. “Tell me why you haven’t married.”

I cracked. I put my book down, turned to her and said,

“I would if I could.” She was confused. I looked in her eyes. “I’m gay.”

Judging by the length of her silence, I clearly surprised her. And she surprised me right back. Her reaction wasn’t at all what I expected. She didn’t turn her shoulder and ignore me for the rest of the flight. She didn’t suddenly go quiet and change the subject. Instead, she narrowed her eyes and said,

“Why do you people constantly flaunt your homosexuality? The peace on the plane was about to turn into a fight on the flight. “What do you mean ‘flaunt,’” I said, exasperated. “I’ve been trying to keep my private life private but you’ve been badgering me about it for the last 15 minutes. What did you want me to do–lie?”

“Yes,” she said.

And with that one word I understood something about conservative people that I hadn’t realized before. If they can’t change you to fit their

narrow view of the world, they expect you to at least have the decency to lie about it.

I stared straight ahead for a few seconds then turned to the woman. “You wanted me to pretend I’m something I’m not so that you wouldn’t feel uncomfortable.”


“So honesty is a virtue, unless it makes people uncomfortable?”

Now it was her turn to change the subject. Unfortunately, she turned it to every defamatory and derogatory distortion about gay people she learned from the Christian Coalition.

This was why I was trying to avoid the subject altogether. The only legitimate complaints on an airplane should be the food and the legroom. And now I had a stranger complaining about the most intimate aspect of my life.

I figured I could argue or ignore. The problem with the first strategy is that I’d never win; the problem with the second was that I’d never win.

It was a lose-lose proposition. Until I realized I was focusing on the wrong kind of win. I’d never triumph in a debate because conservatives react to logic and reason the way asthmatics react to pollen dust–badly.

But there was something else I could win–her heart. The only way to do that was to be everything she wasn’t–respectful, considerate, tolerant, gracious and funny. I didn’t let her get away with any of the half-baked lies conservatives love to talk about (AIDS is a gay disease, etc.). but I also made my points in a way that disarmed her. In the end, I proved what everyone knows intuitively–that what you say doesn’t have nearly the power of how you say it.

By the time the plane landed we had moved on to other subjects, laughing and joking all the way through. When she got up to leave she offered her hand. I took it. “You didn’t change my mind about the subject,” she said. “But you changed my mind about you.”

As I stepped off the plane I wondered how long it would take her to figure out there wasn’t any difference between the two.

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