Edwynn -> RE: Gagging at the thought of a cock? (8/30/2011 8:52:01 AM)
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ORIGINAL: HannahLynHeather consistency fuckhead, consistency. The hobgoblin that little minds insist on. (there's a quote for that) In any case, different responses speak to different posts, the first being a rhetorical generalization that spoke to another's explicit generalization: "And why is this attitude so predominantly a hetero male attitude? ", you know, that one; and the second one ("chop them ALL off!) being a relation of my own r/l experience. It is interesting that you think that les quatre have more experience with homophobes than everybody else, but I can't say surprising. Just to completely blow up what everybody keeps trying to drag me into and accuse me of, in my former mode of income I worked with or near or close to or alongside of more homosexual people than most could ever expect to encounter in several lifetimes (live shows, entertainment of any medium, TV, film, etc.) On occasions of going out for a drink after work or something to eat between shows, we all sat together, except for one or two sometimes, no separation of 'straight' or otherwise. Lesbians are no different than anyone else in most regards. Some few did not like me (like some straight males or females did not like me) and some did, some liked me a lot. Especially those on the visiting crew. One of the best times I had with a visiting crew member involved a young woman who was in town with the show for two weeks (can't even remember the show ... Phantom? 42nd St.? can't remember), and she for whatever reason took a shine to me, not 'attraction' wise, just as a local crew member. She was head of props and I was local department head for that show. We got on famously, she bought me drinks at the bar after the shows, etc. Unfortunately this involved her neglecting her asst. props GF in the process. By the time of load out, she (stage right props, the GF) was practically spitting in my face. Oh well. She (the first one) brought her bike with her, loaded into the back of one of the semis, as many of them did, and she was glad to see that I rode my bike to work also. We rode to the hardware store twice a week, and on the way back, she always wanted to stop in front of Panthers Stadium (for the Carolina Panthers football team, now called Bank Of America Stadium), but we only actually stopped for that twice. She was from Pittsburgh, so a Steelers fan obviously, but she kept saying "what a nice stadium!", and wanted me to tell her about how the franchise was started, how the stadium got built without tax payer money, Kevin Greene (former Steeler and former Panther linebacker), etc. When the visiting and the local department heads click, things get done for the show that might have been needing done or neglected for months. We built new off-stage stairs, a new upstage ramp, we repaired innumerable faux lamps, table legs, chairs, wagons, refurbished fake flowers, etc. 'Twas a thing of beauty, as they say. Funny, her 'normal gig' was lighting, and mine was sound, but there we both landed in the properties department ("props") for that show. Much more I could relate, but since I'm already causing tears from boredom as it is ...
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