I was in Bojangles, which is a fast food restaurant in the South, last night. I overheard a table over from me having this conversation. Keep in mind, everybody was well over 60 and had Southern accents.
Elder Lady: Ya know, Marie doesn’t exactly look like a boy, but Joyce says that’s what she is now. Well, I guess I shouldn’t call her she, I shouldn’t even call her Marie. She *chuckle* I mean he goes by Matt now.
Elder Gentleman: That ain’t right. Joyce needs to teach that girl that that ain’t right. Don’t they go to church?
Elder Lady: Roy, you listen to me. That child is finally happy. Do you remember the last time you saw h-him really happy? Isn’t that’s all that’s important? Joyce raised her a Christian and that’s all that counts. Every child is beautiful in God’s eyes. It’s time you accepted that.
Elder Gentleman: Well damn.
Elder Lady: Now you better be nice to that child, I can’t imagine how hard it must be.
After about 20 seconds silence,
Elder Gentleman: I guess I could take her fishin’ sometime if she’s gonna insist on being a boy now.
Elder Lady: That’s him, Roy.
Then the woman smacked him on the side of the head and the whole table laughed. My town is small and full of “bible-thumpers.” Hearing this gave me hope that people are finally starting to be more accepting here, and that hopefully people won’t have to hide anymore.
(submitted by: matingunicorns)