Sunday, October 22, 2006
This election is getting out of control down here. There are signs in front yards all over town that say "If you love gays, vote Golden". Tim Golden is running a longshot campain for the senate on the Democratic ticket and because he has been endorsed by the teachers union the, right wing nuts have been trying to associate him with gay teachers. A local tv ad shows a disturbing pic of Golden with ominous music underneath a voice saying "Tim Golden wants gays and transexuals to teach your children...do you?"
I was recently on a local public access show to debate politics and as soon as I brought up this subject the host said "isn't it a fact that where you're from - new york city - that as part of "diversity studies" boys and girls in 6th grade sex education are forced to perform fellatio on a condom covered banana in front of their classmates?" When I tried to debunk this common!!! belief we got into an on air shouting match which ended with the host shouting "everone in town knows you were arrested in Atlanta last week for perversion!"
Yes, it was in the valdosta times "Local man arrested for perversion"
Jorge and I decided to take a day off last week and drive up to Altanta to go some gay bars. The first one we found had a sheriffs sign on the front door stating that this establishment had been closed, which I should have seen as a bad omen, but we had driven all this way and I wanted to meet some of my southern sisters. We finally found the aptly named Backstreets, which you entered from the parking lot which was surrounded by a privacy fence, so nobody can see you or your car. I've been to some depressing gay bars in my life but nothing prepared me for this place. First of all, it seemed like time had stopped in the 70's and not in a good way. A very sad queen was lipsynching to Barbara while the ugliest bunch of drunken gay men (lots of frosted hair and international male outfits) tried to keep from falling over. They all stared at Jorge and I like we were aliens from another planet as we walked from the front door to the bar. We ordered grey goose on the rocks and the bartender didn't know what that was so we got two beers. After about 15 minutes a hot guy came in and sat at the end of the bar and watched the crowd. I was convinced that this hot guy was cruising me and was having fantasies of a threesome when about 15 cops stormed into the bar and seperated the patrons into four groups. The group that Jorge and I were in were read our rights, arrested and taken to the station where we were charged with "intent to commit sodomy", put in a holding cell for 12 hours, and then released after posting 1500.00 bail.
The next day we met with a local lawyer who advised us to plead guilty and pay the fine because no one ever wins these cases.
When the story appeared in the Valdosta paper I managed to get the paper out of the driveway before my mom read it and removed that page.
I was recently on a local public access show to debate politics and as soon as I brought up this subject the host said "isn't it a fact that where you're from - new york city - that as part of "diversity studies" boys and girls in 6th grade sex education are forced to perform fellatio on a condom covered banana in front of their classmates?" When I tried to debunk this common!!! belief we got into an on air shouting match which ended with the host shouting "everone in town knows you were arrested in Atlanta last week for perversion!"
Yes, it was in the valdosta times "Local man arrested for perversion"
Jorge and I decided to take a day off last week and drive up to Altanta to go some gay bars. The first one we found had a sheriffs sign on the front door stating that this establishment had been closed, which I should have seen as a bad omen, but we had driven all this way and I wanted to meet some of my southern sisters. We finally found the aptly named Backstreets, which you entered from the parking lot which was surrounded by a privacy fence, so nobody can see you or your car. I've been to some depressing gay bars in my life but nothing prepared me for this place. First of all, it seemed like time had stopped in the 70's and not in a good way. A very sad queen was lipsynching to Barbara while the ugliest bunch of drunken gay men (lots of frosted hair and international male outfits) tried to keep from falling over. They all stared at Jorge and I like we were aliens from another planet as we walked from the front door to the bar. We ordered grey goose on the rocks and the bartender didn't know what that was so we got two beers. After about 15 minutes a hot guy came in and sat at the end of the bar and watched the crowd. I was convinced that this hot guy was cruising me and was having fantasies of a threesome when about 15 cops stormed into the bar and seperated the patrons into four groups. The group that Jorge and I were in were read our rights, arrested and taken to the station where we were charged with "intent to commit sodomy", put in a holding cell for 12 hours, and then released after posting 1500.00 bail.
The next day we met with a local lawyer who advised us to plead guilty and pay the fine because no one ever wins these cases.
When the story appeared in the Valdosta paper I managed to get the paper out of the driveway before my mom read it and removed that page.
Labels: IF YOU LOVE GAYS - VOTE TIM GOLDEN
# posted by going south @ 11:08 AM 
