I was in uniform and walking to a meeting when a citizen yelled, "You effing pig!" at me.
Two things:
1. 99 percent of the people who meet me on the street do not call me an "effing pig." Even when I meet people who I've arrested, they usually tell me that they're doing well and express pleasure that orange is no longer the new black.
2. I used to wear a non-descript jacket over my uniform when I walked from meeting to meeting, but lately, I've started to wear my uniform openly in public.
I guess you could say I was coming out of the closet as a peace officer. Now, I'm pretty comfortable coming out. I've told my straight friends that I'm gay, and I've told my agnostic friends that I'm Catholic. And I've told my friends who hate children that I am a Dad.