Wednesday my partner and I were accosted by a bigot in Washington D.C. I know everyone would like to think they would confront their attacker, reason with the asshole, show them the error of their ways and then feeling smug and secure in our righteous aura. It didn't work that way. The shock was intense, the hurt deep and both mental and physical. I cried and ran to my car, Sarah didn't speak for a day. We are openly together. We never thought there was cause to be any other way. We go everywhere together, we hold hands, we kiss and we wrap arms around each other. Because of this we were chosen for a verbal assault, he called us names, other people overhearing laughed, and did nothing to stop him. I am not feeling a high level of love for people right now and my "gay pride is low also."