my dad just told me a story that back in Cuba my grandparents lived next door to a lesbian couple who my grandparents lost touch with after they fled when C.astro took power. 30 years later, my dad had to go to Cuba for a work thing and my grandfather asks him to go see them and say hi. When he went to see them, they were still living in the same location, and they were so overjoyed. They started telling stories about his parents and my dad was cracking them up with his own stories about his parents. But halfway through this meetup he pulls out a cell phone that costed a pretty penny, said fuck it, dialed my grandfather unexpectedly, and allowed them to talk to eachother after 30+ years. they were crying from sheer joy that they got to speak to their friends again who made it out; who they never thought they’d hear from again.
Point of the story? My grandparents were roman catholic latinx and managed to be 100% loving and cool with this lovely lesbian couple in a time where you’d think that would be unheard of. If they didn’t hate gays, don’t give a pass at your grandparents for engaging in homophobic behavior. “They’re a product of their time.” Bullshit. They’re bigoted and unwilling to look past their narrow minded view of the world, Susanne and you’re enabling behavior because they can’t piss the same anymore. Don’t make excuses for them. They’re old, not incapable.