What started out as a laughable flight into Atlanta turned into Grade A Blog fodder when I discovered that my tiny, tiny airplane from Atlanta to Lexington was me, a man on business with Lexmark and the ENTIRE U of K women’s soccer team. I immediately starting texting my compatriots to alert them of my predicament. One suggested a porn movie in the making, I countered with a horror movie and Chicago promptly messaged back a porn/zombie movie – now that I could be ummm…behind.
My patience for bubbling, giggle prone, vapid Barbie dolls (even if they play sports) wore thin in Jr High, let alone as I grow older and more bitter but after the third of fourth time of hearing the word “fag”, it was all I could do to stay sitting with my seat belt fastened. “You are being a fag” “Stop acting like a fag”. Eh…so ugly coming from these girls who would never in a million years say “nigger” on an airplane or anywhere else, I hope. I decided to let it go, but the more I thought about it, the more I was unable to give them a pass. I took the media blitz route and sent an email to all the Lexington media (newspaper, tv) as well as all the LGBT organizations in Lex and about 45 people at the university. And I waited…and waited…I received one response from a TV guy that suggesting if I “felt strongly enough about it…contact the school”. Finally a response from someone that works for the athletic director. We had a nice chat, said she would look into it and get back with me. And I wait.
My week out of town left me unfulfilled, to say the least. Craig’s List contained nothing but, well…nothing. My saving grace is bringing back affirmative proof that Lexington is not the place for me. Even if I was dead.
~Enjoy~
What ever happened to just having the stupid little Garfield cat suctioned to your car window?
Are you fucking kidding me? How the hell else would you go about getting a tattoo? This one picture was worth my trip. Brilliant.
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