Over the Thanksgiving weekend, the my partner, Charles and I headed to east Texas to check out the piney woods.
Having spent all of my Texas time in Austin, Dallas or in the western part of the state, I was truly surprised to see tall, towering PINE TREES in a state that I had come to view as a Hollywood backlot where they store the extra sets for B-grade Ronald Reagan westerns.
Anyway, we come to Conroe, Texas, Charles’s home town and the county seat for Montgomery, Texas. We spot the local gay bar and, after dropping our gear off at the motel, we head there for some fun.
So, we’re there and I buy the first round. I get up to the bar and eventually get waited upon. Whereupon I’m asked if I’m a member. “Member of what?” I ask. The bartender gets two sheets of paper and hands them to me. The bar manager comes over explains that everything south of Texas State Highway 105 is dry, by law, in Montgomery county. She said the Bapstist wrote the law and passed it. If we want to drink here, we’re going to have to join a private club.
WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!!! PROHIBITION WAS REPEALED SOME 60 YEARS AGO!!!
No set of grey-haired old ladies who have never tasted anything stronger than seltzer water have a right to decide where OR EVEN IF I can drink in any county.
They can take their rules and their Holy Book and the two-bit, uneducated ignoramous, pulpit-thumping ASS LICKING, COCK-SUCKING, MOTHER FUCKING preacher, wad them all together and shove it up their dryed out cunts and set the whole mess on fire. Hopefully that’ll shock their brains, of which only the lizard section is left and make them realize they have no right to enforce their morality on others!
So, the bar manager waived the sign-up fee, ($5. for each) and sold us the drinks, after giving us our membership cards. I’m still riled, tho… it’s the principle of the thing. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr