Jennifer Vanasco shares moments of public acceptance:

[W]henever we’ve visited each other, someone has publicly applauded us for being in love.

There was that police officer. There was the chic African-American woman on a train who, once we had gotten up to leave, shouted out after us, “You go, girls! You’re beautiful!”

There were the gay men who applauded us when we walked into a Chicago bar because they had seen us kissing outside.

And there was the elderly white man at a Broadway theater who sat behind us with his wife and tapped me on the shoulder.

“Excuse me,” he said. “I don’t mean to disturb you. But I just wanted to say that you both have excellent taste in women.”

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