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Show 182 engaged in such couple-y behaviors as inside jokes and unnecessary touching in public. I did not know much about gay culture at the time Amy came out. When I was 12, my mother sat me down and gave me the earnest advice to never get on a boat with men acting "cheerful," especially if they were wearing Hawaiian shirts. I guess she thought those boat trips were how gays recruited members. I didn't know what she was talking about then, and I hadn't fully learned not to trust her on such matters. Still, even though we lived in the landlocked state of Utah and I didn't see such an encounter coming up, what she said sounded like good advice, so I solemnly swore I would avoid such a trap. About lesbians, I had met a few at punk shows, and had heard from television and the internet that many of them were interested in Home Depot, cats, and/or Ani DiFranco. Amy was into power tools to some extent, though for me all that meant was if the doorknob happened to fall off, she actually put it back on instead of pushing it aside because inserting a pen works almost as well, at least until someone else came along and fixed the problem. But other than that she was stereotypically inconsistent. After she moved out, Heather and I talked every week on the phone, but we didn't hang out much until, four months later, she came by the apartment and invited me to go with her to the Paper Moon the next Friday. "The Paper Moon?" |