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    "my gay friend just bought a house"

    I went to People's Day at Hove Town Hall on Sunday. My missus thought it would be a nice idea. Its a community day where all the support groups and charities representing the right-on minorities of Hove gather, lay out pamphlets on tressle tables and offer slices of dubious looking home made cake.

    They put on a show and there were things like The Silverskins, an over 80's Samba drum school (I think one or two of them went terminal during the performance as they were wheeled off by concerned medics), a rock group from a community centre for mentally disabled teenagers (they were, I have to say, fucking awesome), an all gay male choir, and the compere for the entertainment was a butch lesbian comedian who was very good.

    The whole room was a peon to misfitery. It was all a bit *right-on!* for me personally, but I appreciate the value of such a day for the persecuted and neglected of society.

    Anyway, at one point I found myself staring at some bloke's flourescent pink badge trying to figure out what it said. More out of boredom than anything. He smiled and asked what I was looking at and I snapped out of my trance and apologised, explaining I was trying to decipher the words on his button badge. He came closer so I could read it and it said "DON'T HATE HOMOS". I said "Ah, right, I see. It caught my eye and I just wondered". He said "We've got some on our tressel table to hand out. Do you want one?", I smiled and said "No thanks" and he said "Go on, they're free. You'll be supporting our group" and I said "No, honestly, its fine" and he said "Why not" and so I said "Well, its a bit gay looking".

    A decade passed between us, and then he got that I was joking and, thankfully, laughed. During the pause I was unable to indicate with any facial expressions that I was only making a poor attempt at a joke, because my face, upon hearing the joke depart my lips, had died of shock and could not be resuscitated. I would have loved to have smiled after delivering it, but I couldn't. I just stared at him in horror, which probably looked like psychotic hatred from where he was standing.

    I wish I could stop myself sometimes.

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