There are gay people who are forced to drive to work everyday instead of riding the train to small cafes on the northside of Chicago and painting murals in exchange for pastries
Of course in an ideal world, some of the gay people play music on the street corner outside a small cafe for the passersby to enjoy an day them with pastries as well because not every gay person knows how to paint.
And there might be some gay people writing novels in the Cafe and getting free pastries while they are writing
And maybe just maybe, there are a few gay people who are studying the soil and insects in the park near the Cafe and stopping by the Cafes for pastries while they are collecting soil samples and photographs of bugs
There are no police officers in this fantasy, they all were buried alive by the gay people underneath the cute cafe
And there are some gay people who just spend their time reading the novels written by other gay people in the Cafe and getting pastries as well
Basically what I'm saying is Gay people should be hanging out in cute cafes on the Northside of Chicago and painting and playing music and reading and writing and sciencing and falling in love and eating pastries but they are forced to work in office
And maybe if we really want to stretch it, there might be a gay person carving wood block prints in the corner of the Cafe and putting up prints for sale in exchange for pastries from the cafe
