There I was, sitting in this nice little bar right near where I work, when the TV goes from the end of the Lakers game to the news. Top Story: Gay marriage.
Now I make it a point not to discuss politics in the bar. The folks I know there are nice, decent people who tend to know lots of dirty jokes. We drink, we laugh, we go home. End of story.
Well, it turns out that most of my “friends” from this bar are enormously against gay marriage. “I’ve been married for 30 years and I take this whole mess to be insulting. They’re taking away how special marriage is. Hell, I might as well go marry a goat.” This asinine statement was met by a round of applause from the other folks at the bar.
Now, I was (am) about half in the bag, and I knew it would be best for me not to say anything, so I just turned away from the conversation and concentrated on the task at hand (beer). Unfortunately, Mr. Asshole decided to ask me how I felt, because he knew I work in theatre and I “hang around with fags all the time.” I’m just going to say that again. I “hang around with fags all the time.”
What the fuck. How can these people that I know, I joke with, I drink with all be so fucking stupid. How dare they equate my friend’s feelings of love with their partners with them marrying goats. Where the fuck do they get off calling my friends “fags.” Fuck them.
And you know what? Fuck me too, 'cause I didn’t have the balls to face down a bunch of ignorant fucks in a bar and stand up for my friends. No, I just had to mumble something about how gay folks marrying didn’t really threaten them at all and how I needed to go home.
I’ve been so happy, seeing all the news reports about different counties trying to make things right, that I guess I just forgot that the majority of Americans don’t want gay marriage to happen. And even though it makes me sick, I just don’t know what to do about it.
