The other day, I had a woman come into the store who had met a gay couple at the local ACLU meeting. She couldn't remember their names, and she couldn't really describe them. They had given her a business card and she'd lost it, and she hoped I would know them and be able to give her their contact information. I'm an out gay man with a storefront business, which makes me the go-to source for all things gay.
The crazy thing is that I knew exactly who she was talking about -- confirming that, yes, we do all know each other, have a secret handshake, and meet in a basement once a month to plan the gay agenda.
Unfortunately, I didn't have the gay couple's contact info (and wouldn't have given it out anyway), and couldn't remember their last names to look them up in the phone book. I guess I'm not the go-to source for all things gay after all -- just most things gay.