So my partner and I went in to the downtown area for sushi tonight. On the way home he fell asleep--too much saki I think. So there we are in the subway car. And he's asleep on my arm, his head sort of on my shoulder and chest his hand on my knee. Nobody bats an eye--it's Chicago and frankly there aren't a lot of people on the train. Then two young men (probably late teens) get on the train--they are pretty rough around the edges and they stare at us, then confer between themselves, then stare again, then confer some more. Finally one of them approaches me, stares me straight in the eye, kinda tilts his head, then smiles and nods sort of approvingly, goes back to his friend and it's over. My partner never even woke up. It was the weirdest thing. Not a word was spoken, but you know how sometimes when someone really looks you in the eye it's almost like you can tell what they're thinking--and what I really clearly got from this little exchange was: good on you, you be your damn self, fuck 'em all. It was the strangest display of solidarity I've ever been part of--and it filled me with profound hope. Just wanted to share...
That's beautiful. Thank you for sharing, and congratulations on finding someone - no matter how briefly - who, as a total stranger, supported you. Those are the things that keep us going.
That made my day brighter. I hope the Saki didn't later make your boyfriend vomit on you later though. Saki will do that. According to my uncle's college experiences at least...
Till I reached the last sentence, I was scared that the guy hit you or something. But I'm glad that the opposite of that happened.
