I'm gay today.
Nov. 22nd, 2010 01:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spookyeviloneI'm a tomboy, always have been, always will be. I'm stocky, have short red hair, glasses, never wear makeup, and wear jeans/t-shirts/boots whenever I can - which, with $New_Job, I can do at work. I refer to That Guy as 'my partner' when I have to designate him as anything other than That Guy. I give off dyke vibe to people who believe in stereotypes. Since I have no issues with my own sexuality, it doesn't bother me in the slightest and I usually let it slide rather than correct the mistaken assumption. Occasionally, it's damn funny. Like today.
Walked into the bathroom today to hear two women bitching up a storm because they were in our building to see $Representative and his office told them that the $Representative had no time. They were decked out in "Family First" and "Protect Our Families" and "Protect Marriage" buttons - more flair than a TGI Friday's waitron. Which means I avoided them like they had radioactive, rabid cooties as I slipped into a stall to do my bidness.
They were still standing there, bitching, when I exited the stall to wash my hands. I made the mistake of looking in the mirror and inadvertently made eye contact with one of them. I literally winced. Years of training working with wild animals has taught me to not make eye contact with rabid beasts. They take it as a challenge. As this one did.
"You're a woman," she announced, nodding at me, "What's your opinion of a government representative who 'doesn't have time' to protect our families from homosexual-agenda mediawashing? Do you watch the news? Have you heard what's happened in Florida?"
Glancing down at my rather obvious rack, I looked back up and cocked an 'obvious fact is obvious' eyebrow at her. I must have been giving her the Icy Glare of Death because she physically took a step away from me.
"Yes. I'm a woman. I'm also gay. I've heard about Florida overturning the ban on homosexual adoption and all I can feel is relief that at least one state is putting the needs of abandoned children first, before a bigoted, unnecessary law that has only served to prevent families instead of protecting them. People like you, organizations like yours, make me sick. You want to talk 'mediawashing'? How about the retarded idea that allowing homosexuals the same legal protections as a heterosexual married couple somehow diminishes the establishment of marriage? The 'homosexual agenda' you keep carping about is simply this: Please treat us like people, with the same basic civil rights as our heterosexual counterparts. You people are bigots. I'm glad $Representative didn't have time to meet with you. I didn't vote for him, but now I kind of want to walk downstairs and shake his hand."
With that, I glared them down and walked out and back to my office. Then I called Security and had them escorted out of the building, since they didn't have a valid appointment with anyone.
Sorry, That Guy. I changed your gender for a brief moment today. It was either be verbally pointed or kick her in the face a few times and I figured an assault charge would seriously dampen the turkey day plans.
She asked for my opinion. She got it. There are few things that stomp on my piss-off buttons more than bigotry.
Goddamn, I need a brownie. Or a cookie. Or something to get the taste of hateful idiocy out of my mouth.
Walked into the bathroom today to hear two women bitching up a storm because they were in our building to see $Representative and his office told them that the $Representative had no time. They were decked out in "Family First" and "Protect Our Families" and "Protect Marriage" buttons - more flair than a TGI Friday's waitron. Which means I avoided them like they had radioactive, rabid cooties as I slipped into a stall to do my bidness.
They were still standing there, bitching, when I exited the stall to wash my hands. I made the mistake of looking in the mirror and inadvertently made eye contact with one of them. I literally winced. Years of training working with wild animals has taught me to not make eye contact with rabid beasts. They take it as a challenge. As this one did.
"You're a woman," she announced, nodding at me, "What's your opinion of a government representative who 'doesn't have time' to protect our families from homosexual-agenda mediawashing? Do you watch the news? Have you heard what's happened in Florida?"
Glancing down at my rather obvious rack, I looked back up and cocked an 'obvious fact is obvious' eyebrow at her. I must have been giving her the Icy Glare of Death because she physically took a step away from me.
"Yes. I'm a woman. I'm also gay. I've heard about Florida overturning the ban on homosexual adoption and all I can feel is relief that at least one state is putting the needs of abandoned children first, before a bigoted, unnecessary law that has only served to prevent families instead of protecting them. People like you, organizations like yours, make me sick. You want to talk 'mediawashing'? How about the retarded idea that allowing homosexuals the same legal protections as a heterosexual married couple somehow diminishes the establishment of marriage? The 'homosexual agenda' you keep carping about is simply this: Please treat us like people, with the same basic civil rights as our heterosexual counterparts. You people are bigots. I'm glad $Representative didn't have time to meet with you. I didn't vote for him, but now I kind of want to walk downstairs and shake his hand."
With that, I glared them down and walked out and back to my office. Then I called Security and had them escorted out of the building, since they didn't have a valid appointment with anyone.
Sorry, That Guy. I changed your gender for a brief moment today. It was either be verbally pointed or kick her in the face a few times and I figured an assault charge would seriously dampen the turkey day plans.
She asked for my opinion. She got it. There are few things that stomp on my piss-off buttons more than bigotry.
Goddamn, I need a brownie. Or a cookie. Or something to get the taste of hateful idiocy out of my mouth.
