Taxi honesty.

Taxi honesty. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Taxi honesty. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

I met the most lovely taxi driver last night.

He told me all about his family. He and his wife have five sons!

He was a gently spoken man who was very happy to have a good chat.

He told me about when he came to Australia, about his home, about why he stopped driving trucks (so he could spend more time with his family)…he also told me that respect was one of the most important things for him as a father and that if his boys do something wrong he will beat all of them.

I was kind of shocked by that last bit. He didn’t seem like he would even raise his hand, ever. Maybe I misheard him, but I’m pretty sure that’s what he said.

Then, he asked me if I had a family. I said no. Then he asked me if I had a girlfriend. Then I became very uncomfortable.

For the first time in a long time I didn’t feel comfortable telling him that yes, I have a family…that I don’t have a ‘girlfriend’ I have a ‘boyfriend’.

I’m kind of disappointed in myself. I didn’t feel safe, so I think that is ok…but is it? Isn’t it that kind of silence that lets reasonable people have unreasonable opinions.

I can’t believe I didn't have the courage to tell him the truth.

I don’t know how he would of reacted, but I suspect he would have been taken a back. I suspect he doesn’t know a lot of gay people.

I feel like a coward.

What if one of his sons is gay?

I’ve just missed the opportunity for him to meet and have a good chat with an everyday ‘gay’ person.

Which might have made a small difference to his fictionally gay son’s life.

I wish I had of been more courageous.


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