Well... so far, the fire storm of criticism and hostility I was told to expect today hasn't come. It doesn't mean it won't come, but so far -no e-mails, no phone calls, no flaming bricks tossed through the window (which would be fine. I'm well away from any kind of natural light in this place).
Why was I told to expect a stinker of a day here? Well, I wrote a story about a drag queen. What the hell, it's gay pride week. I figured if I can celebrate Christmas without being a Christian I could celebrate this gay holiday without ever wanting an elf to come unwrap my package. You can read about it here.
And the drag queens were nice people. I expected over-the-top antics, but really they were friendly, down-to-earth and nothing but respectful of the lone straight man in the room, who could not help but be a bit awkward. It was a little strange, but still a pretty good time. One of them even told me where I could get a decent cheeseburger on the other side of the county.
As far as the lack of hate mail, I want to take that as a hopeful sign -not so much for me getting through the day without being threatened with bodily harm, but for how people are willing to accept differences a little more. I'm hopeful.
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We took Jesco to the Broadway and hung out with the drag queens and they were absolutely awesome. It was a great time!
That's like peanut butter and chocolate... together. I love it.
I read your article in the Gazette, Bill. You kick ass, my man! The #1 newspaper reporter is right here is right here in the Great State of West Virginia.
I'm glad to see there was no negative feedback and I do think times are changing (for the better).
Not for almost a week, then it became a hate-fest. They had to disable comments because it was getting too ugly.
Thanks for the kind words, but I don't hold candle to just about everybody in the room.
I kinds wondered why the comments disappeared in that article. I though it was just my slow-ass internet.
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