A few people have been cordial, but others are really mad. They’re talking about bestiality and calling people fags.
I remember around fifth grade or so asking my mother what a faggot was. My mom, whom I’ve never heard curse (that was my grandma’s department), told me that it was a boy who acted like a girl.
Not long thereafter, a girl at school got into an argument with a group of boys and one of them called her a faggot. Always one to revel in dispensing newly learned facts, I intervened and explained that actually she couldn’t be a faggot since she wasn’t a boy.
Then they started calling me one.
It was a good lesson that sometimes there is little solace in being technically correct, and that the majority doesn’t always know what it’s talking about.