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You'd think I'd know better, as a queer person, than to stereotype, but every so often I need to learn the lesson anew.
Today as I stood in line at the post office my eyes fell on a middle-aged man being served at the counter. A girl of about 11 stood with him, and both appeared to be Latinx. He wore a shiny short-sleeved shirt that I assumed touted some team.
It did: Team Lucifer.
I realized the shirt sported upside-down crosses, pentagrams, goat heads, a veritable satanic smorgasbord.
My assumption that I was looking at a stereotypically Catholic, Hispanic father and daughter vanished in a puff of sulfur. It was a startling reminder of how inaccurate it can be to turn people into cliches.
I've learned my lesson. And I'll retain it for a good 36 hours.
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