First, well-done, Mr. Pike.
And again, as usual, Mr. Alexander speaks the Word.
In my late 20s, like a lot of wanna-be beach bums, I set out for the end of the road.
I had a Hemingway fixation combined with a bit of a Jimmy Buffet influence, and after visiting Key West on a cross-country-and-back-binge, decided to move there.
I did, in April '93.
--The pertinence of this is the fact that Key West has a bit of a reputation as being not only a spring-break party town but a gay haven; perhaps you've heard.
For almost 2 years I managed the bar, and was the magician-in-residence at a popular restaurant called Savannah (915 Duval--R.I.P.). The owners--who were the chef and the host were gay (the stories I could relate about those characters, and [or] the kitchen staff--AY CARUMBA, but I digress...).
The place was a nice big victorian house at the most-crucial intersection on the island, so we were almost always busy.
Often groups would show up. --From Harley Riders on one of their road trips, the predictable spring break and "Fantasy Fest" crowds, the cigarette boat racers (oh, how everyone hated it when the "boat people" would come to town--nothing worse than rich white trash...) and occasionally, a gay group of some sort--you are free to wonder what the hell that could mean.
Well, a group of lesbians started having meetings there, in the backyard on the patio by the bar. They became regulars I was glad to see.
It always struck me as interesting that they liked me, simply because I didn't condescend to them, and didn't treat them like sub-human scum. They were totally surprised by that unique approach.
Who'd have thought? Treat people nice, and they respond in kind. Huh--never occured to me.
It seems they were so used to being treated crappily, day-to-day they were very appreciative of even the most basic common courtesies. What a shock.
They liked me so much, I am proud to say, as a straight guy, that they made me an honorary lesbian!
Probably the biggest laugh I got from a crowd those 2 years down there was when I said they probably wouldn't want me after all because I had such horrible luck with women. [rimshot]
Now, I have spent almost all of my life living around and in San Francisco. I could literally not care LESS whether some one is gay or not. In fact I am literally tired of hearing about it. That people get riled up about such trivial b.s. in this day and age is unconscionable to me. But, evidently, there are still people that fear certain kinds of people, for some reason, but out here, it is seriously old news. (Who in Hell CARES who one sleeps with?!) :sleep:
People are people, dammit!!
Why is that still such a mysterious revelation in the 21st century?!
Do unto others, no?
I have not said the above hoo-haw to try to impress anyone, but rather to impress upon someone--anyone that, hard as it may be for you to imagine, gay people are pretty much the same as you...except often funnier and usually way-more creative.
No! REALLY! You heard it here first: Even people that don't look like you, and that may come from completely different places, may still turn out to be cool people!
I [censored] you not. :cool: