I was fortunate to be invited to the recent White House policy briefing for the bisexual community. Even better, I was able to attend thanks to help and support from a variety of people. (You know who you are and your help is appreciated.)
While in DC, I stayed with Mike and Tina, friends from high school. We all trooped off to a
weekly lunch that always follows a faith-based gathering – the equivalent of coffee after church. In general, this collection of individuals is progressive and has a sense of social justice. Over the years, Mike has told me a great deal about this caring and supportive community where he has invested so much of his time, energy and heart. I was eager to go forth and meet everyone.
It did not quite work out that way. I was a part of one conversation, introduced briefly to another person and mostly simply absorbed the vibe. Oh, yeah, and Camille and I displaced people from their seats not because I asked, but because they decided I needed the seat more and went elsewhere. (I can’t be sure, but I think the table had empty seats, so I felt a little bit like Typhoid Mary.) In other words, it was my typical social experience.
Later, I learned this is not the way this group tends to treat new people. Fortunately, the circumstances present a rare opportunity to hear from someone familiar with the group who can comment upon the ways their behavior strayed from their normal patterns. Mike, who has helped and supported this blog for years, has been drafted to offer up his observations. I shall yield the floor to him, but I will reclaim it to discuss one factor I think contributes to the quality of my social experiences, which other events during my DC trip highlighted so glaringly that even the blind person noticed.