Last night Martha and I went out to dinner. When the waiter arrived he asked if it was a special occasion.
After a pause, Martha responded that we were celebrating our 24th anniversary - something I would have never said outside our immediate family or circle of queer friends. I froze - my fear of a negative response to gayness runs very, very deep. But without hesitation the waiter wished us a happy anniversary.
Later, when dessert arrived, there was a lit candle in it. He apologized saying they had a birthday song but no anniversary song to sing, and again wished us well.
Then the manager arrived with two complimentary glasses of champagne and also congratulated us.
Wow, have things changed!
So this is how the other 90% has always lived. Nice . . .