i was out with my ex once when three *very* young queer kids, like thirteen years old, came up to us and asked us โare you guys, you knowโฆโ and did the limp wrist thing at us. one of them loudly exclaimed that it was so cool to meet other queer people in real life. this was in public in an unbelievably conservative area - we didnโt even feel safe holding hands because we were surrounded by Mormons. we got lucky that day, but Iโm begging yโall to remember that the world doesnโt work like the internet. other queers are real fuckin people. donโt do this shit. OP is right; tell me you like my jacket, or my patches, or the rainbow spokes on my wheelchair, but donโt out either of us!