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Bloody Fascists!
2001-08-19 - 9:59 p.m.

What a dumbass!!

Earlier in the day, I saw transgender Kris. I forgot to mention to him that earlier in the week, I had saw the application he had turned in for a work-study job (cuz I work at the work-study office), and I was very amused and pleased by the fact that in the area where you designate your sex, rather than check off male or female, he drew in his OWN little box called "Other" and checked that. So, I didn't mention that, but the Lambda (my school's gay group, of which I am currently president) prom event we were planning in the fall got mentioned, and we talked that we needed a meeting later in the week, to try and get the ball rolling.

I wound up going to Bergen, sitting around, chattin with classmates while developing film from this weekend. It took a long time, but it always does.. and that was fine. I left around 4:30, 'cause I had planned to meet with Jonathan and Mike at City Market for lunch. I waited in a gazebo, listened to a local duo perform songs, singing, and entertaining with their guitars.. doing stuff like "Amazing Grace," while another buncha performers were indoors, playing bongo drums and stuff, inside this gay friendly book store. The music kind of contrasted, but it was still this sort of harmony of the city... and I read "Atlas Shrugged," helped out a tourist with directions, and enjoyed being outside amongst all kinds of people.

Mike, Jonathan and I had pizza, we bonded; and afterward, I hung with them at the ice cream parlor, and we dropped in an imitation perfume/cologne parlor (parlor?)

We started to head off, and I mentioned that I saw Kris earlier, and he had wanted to do a Lambda meeting later that week, about the prom and it's organization. Mike said that he didn't think that doing it at the dorms would be a good idea- as there are too many students just "there," and that the Baptist Student Union, and other groups like that have too much of a presence, and there might be some conflict. I kinda mentioned that (or at least thought that) there should be SCAD security for the event, so it should be okay... but I kept my mind open for another locale. We then parted ways, and I went back to work at the photo building.

Hours and hours later, after working in the dark room on trying to get decent prints for a project that I thought was due tomorrow, but I guess isn't.. I went outside, it was already 9:30, and I decided to get a SCAD escort rather than make the 15 minute walk. I was kinda hoping that God (or 'fate' or whatever... though I *do* kind of feel that I am taken care of by a guiding force... so yeah, I'd call him God) would be on my side, and have one just happen to be there. Ta da!! There was one, who had just pulled up, and was going to take a brief break before heading back out. The security guard I asked for the escort and who noticed the van there said "See how lucky you are? God provides, God's taking care of you... you should thank the Lord for this," and in my head, I was like "I know... I am appreciative, God and I are cool... but you're weirding me out, mister."

He then went on about how he caught that the pizza place across the street just had a pizza delivered (like, a local place just got Papa John's delivered)... then talked about how he couldn't get a taxi cab to go to his ghetto (predominantly black? more than likely) neighborhood... I asked what area.. and he said East Broad.

Oooh, East Broad... I told him how I was there last night, using the payphone, and that I witnessed some bikes getting stolen.

"That's horrible... I hate that, them kids will take them in a second." I mentioned how my bike was stolen right alongside Poetter Hall... he said "Oh yeah? That's terrible. I don't like Poetter, that building, that place bothers me." That was weird, cuz it's not really THAT bad an area around there, so I asked why...

"Well, there's always people hangin around it... goin around... they have a lot of them gays there... cars going around the squares lookin for.. I don't like that."

I had to stand up for myself SOMEHOW- I said "Well- I don't have a problem with them.. they're not really being criminals though! They're not hurting anybody!"

Now... granted, I used "they" instead of "we," which kind of disturbs me... but I was around the guard, and my drive home, and I didn't feel like having his statements personalized, or having him pray for me or whatever. I was kinda miffed though. And he kept going.

"They got rid of one problem [straight prostitution? Criminals?] and now they got another... I stay 2.. 3 blocks away from Forsyth [a big park in downtown] to avoid them... I was walkin through there, and some guy was like 'pssst! psst!' and I'm like 'I don't go that way! I don't like gays!'" Yes, I am paraphrasing, I don't remember his exact words. I was just crossing my arms, and feeling kinda miffed, while the escort van driver was finding it all very funny, but staying mostly silent. I think he was agreeing though.

Then the guard goes on a rant about this guy he knew who crossdressed on weekends, and how much he found this absolutely hysterical and the craziest thing he ever saw or heard in his life. He knew the guy was gay, but that was like, too much for him or something... meanwhile the guy is gettin up and struttin around and getting into the story. I just kinda stood there, half smirking, and tucked *in* the QUEER necklace, and decided to just make faces. I tried to think of ways to do SOMETHING to tell him he was ranting around the wrong person.. but all I could think of was to blow him a kiss from the van window as we drove past.

So now, hmm. Maybe SCAD security IS a bad idea for our Lambda gay-friendly prom. I do believe, as Mike and Jonathan said, that a call to the local gay leather society is in order for our security work.

What a dumbass!! Grrr. I wish I could go over there to him with another guy and just make out in front of him, to freak him out. I am kinda miffed, I don't hate the guy though, but it's a perfect example of how well meaning, yet still misguided you can be.

GOD DOESN'T HAVE ANYTHING AGAINST GAYS! I am sure I have a healthy relationship with whoever's upstairs, and I think I'd feel the slightest bit guilty or immoral or whatever if he wanted me to change my ways. I don't. God, thank you for making me so rationally minded in the face of lots of ignorance.

But still... rationality aside.. what a dumbass!

I wish Dave was here to bitch to. We sass others and each other out well. Rrrrrr....

Reason for Terror # 82:

Using phrase "da bomb" unwittingly in phone tapped conversations could lead to arrest and beatings by the FBI, local authorities, and hip police.

Reason for Terror # 81:

There was a little bit of mold on that bread you had this morning.

Reason for Terror # 80:

When evening falls, you can try to drive away; but the moon will be following... always following...