Bobby was droning on about a new miniseries featuring a straight actor playing a queer character, crying "queer erasure" for the umpteenth time. Ironically, he then listed several mainstream LGBTQ+ projects his friends must watch. His complaints, often quite "vanilla" in substance and diversity, reflect his nature as an outspoken critic. While he makes valid points about homophobia and the need for better representation in mainstream media, his arguments often lose impact due to the petty squabbles he and his other white gay friends engage in at their Wednesday night dinners. Aaron sat, trying to enjoy this double date, but had zero interest in anything Bobby or the other couple, who were no doubt good friends with Bobby, were saying. He sipped his one solace at that dinner: a brandy cocktail, and looked around the restaurant. "I mean, with that twunk build and vocal fry, he may be closeted for all I care!" Bobby quipped about that actor who was literally just doing his job. "Bobby, that's enough," Aaron said, trying to calm his boyfriend down. This was the routine: it would start with a valid point, but take a 180 turn to something crazy like "every hot, white young actor is in the closet". You know, the type of actors Bobby (and Aaron) would die to have in his bed. "Don't silence me!" Bobby snapped, quiet yet stern. Aaron's major flaw was trying to get Bobby to be less "gay" or "effeminate", which, rightfully, upset Bobby, much to Aaron's guilt. But a lot of that had to do with Aaron's conservative upbringing and he was trying his best. "I'm not trying to silence you," Aaron reasoned, ever the peacemaker, "I just think you're being too harsh on this kid. Can we change the subject? You've been at this for a while." "And it's not just that, I mean, he's a 'conventionally attractive' guy..." Bobby ignored Aaron and continued his rant. Aaron sighed, excusing himself to the men's room, passing you by the bar. Well? Here's your chance. Grab that bull by the horns—or something else.