Blending in has not been a problem with me in society.

Blending in has only seems to have caused turmoil within my soul.

From opinions to downright rudeness I stand and listen to a sea of misdirected hate and unanswered questions.

Minding my own business my hearing was assaulted with grumblings of homophobic paranoia and stereotype.

“Why bring children into it?” He pondered. I stood there knowing that he would not fail in the delivery of his next line. In a slow southern drawl he practically sang the next line with conviction. “They shouldn’t force their ways on children by …” By what? I craved the completion of his sentence knowing it could be to my emotional demise. This small group of hens consisting of an older black man and two heavy set black women sat by the pool as I walked toward them to pick up my sandals I began to dry myself. As I wiped the water from my ears I could hear an older mans voice growling smoothly like a dog warning of an eminent attack he whispered loudly “perversion that’s all it is…” Silence came and for a moment it seemed as if I could not hear the waves in the pool. An awkward moment of silence, all speaking just stopped.
As I slowly wiped the water off my brow I noticed a friendly stare as they all looked my way. Without a second look they turned back to their circle and continued their conversation without further hesitation. “Those sodomites,” the gentleman quipped adding “and they do all those nasty things…” The ladies nodded in agreement to his depiction of the perverted. They had not given it a second thought that I was still in hearing range or that I might be one of those to whom they referred to perverse to raise children. One more glance I captured as wiped the towel across my wet body from one of the women who had been eyeing me ever since I penetrated the water of pool. She looked as if she understood but then the moment passed as she turned her attention back to her nest of judges. I thought to myself if I appeared gay would they have continued talking in front of me in this tone? Then I thought OMG they think I’m gay and that’s how the topic came up in the first place.
I began questioning myself – who am I? What am I? Why am I taking this so personal?
	Probing my mind for answers I only came up with a question; would I have sex with my wife in front of the children?
Why the assumption then? Just blending in. P.S. Dont blend in - Vote.