Yeah, that's what I'm sayin. We were their classmates. We the ones who made it hard by attacking and verbally abusing them and contributing to a culture where the word "queer" was a slur, not just a descriptor with 0 inherent right/wrongness to it. Then, what, graduation rolls around and a magic switch gets flipped and suddenly we're not a bunch of dry-roasted shit on toast people? It was so fucking disrespectful, stupid, and just plain wasteful of the time we could've spent together with them feeling confident in living their regular lives. We missed out on some of the best parts of the people we called our friends because we didn't build them a safe environment. There weren't that many parents teaching their kids that people are just people regardless of what their bodies look like, who they're attracted to, or how well their insides match their outsides. This is, objectively, some pretty basic, don't-be-a-garbage-species shit. We've been learning and re-learning this lesson for generations in America between waves of immigration from different parts of the world, the personhood and rights of Black Americans, and the recognition/rights of sexual and gender minorities and it just feels like maybe we should dispense with the bullshit already. Learn the lesson one last time and move the fuck on. Don't we have better things to do?