I used to have to put up with this kind of nonsense every damn weekend. I was the unofficial cast bouncer at the Rocky Horror Picture show in Arlington Texas. I dont know what it is like elsewhere, but rocky around here back then was an od mixture of punks, bikers, homosexuals, a people who just looked homosexual. Every weekend at the theater, another drunk redneck would start making coments about the “Faggots” and I would have threaten him with severe injury(I am 6’6" 385 pounds so I am a bit intimidateing). Often they would go running to the cop just outside the door. The cop would tell them that if they had a problem with me, they had a problem with him too.
I only remember one time they actually got to their intended target when I was there. It was after the show, and everybody was going out to the parking lot. A guy I had shut down inside was waiting outside and ran up and hit this kid in the face. We saw it, and charged him. Unfortuneatly, this guy must have been in track because none of us could catch him. I think he wet himself though. The kid he hit was ok, just pissed off.
After the movie, we would all go to a watburger in Grand Prarie and hang out. That was the real circus. There was some sort of problem every weekend. The cops were worse than worthless. They would show up and tell us the manager didnt want any of the us there ever again. The manager was a friend, and said no such thing. Again, usually I was able to prevent anything really bad from happening, but I couldnt be everywhere at once. I was watching one of my friends walk out to his car, and all of a sudden this redneck come running up and punches him the face. I run out there and the inbreeder runs off and jumps in his buddys truck. The cops show up and dont even take down the license number. He said, oh, that kind of thing has been going on here since I was in high school. Worthless.
One night, just before my best friends funeral, I was in a particularly foul mood, and these 4 jocks come in and start talking about the fags and how they better not see guys kissing each other or nothing. I grabbed my friend (both of us are straight), and kissed him square on the lips, then said ok, lets go. I took off after them. They ran (thank god, they probably would have kicked my ass).
My favorite story, It was a really busy show, and I was standing near the screen, when I saw one of my friends having a conversation with this huge redneck football player type. Now, this guys a little off, and hes a pretty big guy, and generally wears facepaint, has saftypins stuck through his cheeks and neck, and is really into pain. He grew up working in a family tombstone buisness(I kid you not), moveing heavy rocks around. I walk up and see that this jock really looks freaked out. Seems like my friend overheard him saying making the usual faggot remarks, and he starting trying to flirt with the jock(he also was straight, but the jock didnt know that). I walk up, with a 6 cell mag light hidden behind my back, expecting hte worst. Their both out in the middle of the Aisle at this point. My friend turns to me:
“Badger, this beatiful man is going to leave his women and be with me, its true love”
“I’m Happy for you both, whats your wife going think?”
"To hell with that bitch"He turns the redneck"Be my vasaline Queen"He drops down on one knee and sings “Sweet mystery of life, at last I’ve found you”
The redneck sits down and shuts up for the rest of the movie.