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.
Mogla sam se vratiti svojoj djevojci i svom stolu gay ljubitelja i rugati se njihovim odgovorima, izgrditi njihovu nerječitost i nesposobnost preskočiti politički ispravne gay obruče koje sam donijela sa sobom, ili sam mogla suosjećati s njima i shvatiti da je to možda bila jedna od najtežih stvari koju su ikad učinili, to započinjanje i imanje tog razgovora za njih je bilo izlaženje iz ormara.