...A man that appeared to be his father, whom could only be described as a man's man, accompanied him. Large and intimidating in stature, his father wore a camouflaged shirt and some rather dirty jeans...
...But then it hit me; I had just judged someone. I had assumed that because this man fit a certain stereotype that he was instantly against equality, and there was no way that he could possibly approve of his son's sexuality.
Well, actually ya sorta just judged someone twice. How do ya know dad's not gay? Dirty jeans? He could have just been gardening.
We get dirty too ya know