Category: LGBTQ

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Winter Is Coming… Out

| Kitchener, ON, Canada | Boyfriend/Girlfriend, LGBTQ

(My girlfriend and I are talking about our past relationships.)

Girlfriend: “I’ve wound up liking a few guys… only to find out they are gay.”

Me: “Hey, babe, I’m as straight as the day is long!”

Girlfriend: *worriedly* “But what about in winter?”

Not Worth Moana-ing About

| Montreal, QC, Canada | LGBTQ, Marriage & Partners

(My wife and I have recently seen – and become obsessed with — the latest animated movie featuring a Polynesian leading character. We’re just sitting at home, talking about random stuff, getting ready for bed.)

Me: *randomly starts singing a part of one of the songs, from about midway into it*

Wife: “That’s the part I was just at in my head! We can’t get our periods to sync but this does?”

Me: “Just embrace it.”

A Creepy And Kooky Date

| CA, USA | LGBTQ, Marriage & Partners

(My wife and I decide to dress up as Gomez and Morticia Addams from “The Addams Family” for Halloween this year. The costumes are an instant hit, and everyone at the party we go to loves how we look. A few days later, I decide to go on Facebook and change my profile picture to me as Gomez and my cover photo to a picture of me as Gomez kissing the arm of my wife as Morticia. I report the following to my wife:)

Me: “So, I just want to give you some perspective on the likes I’ve received on my pictures so far.”

Wife: “Okay.”

Me: “So, on my profile picture, I have received five likes.”

Wife: “Because you’re cute.”

Me: “And on my cover photo, I have received… twenty-seven likes…”

Wife: “…because you’re gay.”

(For the record, we’re both female.)


Not Trans-parent Enough

| CA, USA | Harassment, LGBTQ

(I’m a male and identify as one but due to my slight frame and slightly longer than usual hair I’ve been mistaken for a girl before, from the back and side at least. However, my voice is surprisingly deep. I’m also Asian. I’m currently mixing a drink for another customer.)

Man: “Ay, baby, when do you get off tonight?” *he’s sitting a bit farther away and can only see my side*

Me: *ignores him thinking he’s talking to someone else*

Man: “Hey, come on! I asked you a question. Don’t ignore me!”

(At this point I’m done serving the first customer and, still not realizing he’s addressing me, go to organize a few things.)

Man: *moves closer to where I am and leans on the bar counter* “Come on, when do you get off? You’re Asian aren’t you? I love Asian girls. They’re so cute and obedient.”

(At this point I finally realize he’s mistaken me for a girl and turn around to address him.)

Me: “Are you talking to me? I’m not a—”

Man: *cuts me off and takes a step back* “S***! F***! YOU’RE ONE OF THEM F****** [slur]s, aren’t you!” *leans on the counter again* “You f****** disgust me, tricking men like me into f****** your kind!”

(The man then proceeded to turn around and walk away while I stared blankly after him.)

Thinks LGBT Stands For Little Girls Barely Teens

| Louisville, KY, USA | Flirting, LGBTQ

(I’ve just traveled with a group from my college to an LGBT+ pride festival to represent our school’s LGBT+ resource center. We are taking turns running the booth and talking to people approaching the table. At this point, the guy running the table with me is busy helping someone else while another man who looks to be at least twice my age approaches. I am a 20 year old female.)

Me: “Hello!”

Man: *mumbles*

Me: “I’m sorry, what was that?”

(This continues for a while, the man mumbling and me trying to ask him to speak up.)


Me: “Oh, well, thank you! We’re here representing [School] and this is what we do.”

(I give my spiel about what we offer, and the entire time he watches me unblinkingly. I start getting uncomfortable.)

Me: *after an awkward pause* “Well, if you’re interested in hearing about future events, you can sign up on our emailing list.”

(I try to direct his attention to the clipboard, but he continues staring at me.)

Man: “You’re very cute.”

Me: “Um, thanks.”

Man: “You’re really sexy. Do you know that?”

(At this point, I’m completely uncomfortable and I awkwardly try to ignore him, hoping he gets the hint and moves on.)

Man: “Where can I get a drink around here? I want to buy you a beer.”

Me: “Um, you can’t. I’m underage.”

Man: “Seriously, I’ll buy you one.”

Me: “No, thanks.”

Man: “You want anything then? Do you want candy?”

Me: “No. I don’t want anything. If you don’t mind, other people would like to see our booth.”

(He finally leaves. I kept my eye out for him the rest of the time I’m there, until we finally get a break from people approaching our booth. I tell my friend what happened.)

Friend: *with a baffled expression* “Um, does he even know where he is right now?”

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