I worked on Patterson Avenue in Greensboro today. It reminded me of my first serious crush. I was 16, he was 19, so I felt he was old and probably about right for me. Name was Carl, and he worked in a building on Patterson.
I met him at a party and gave him my phone number and told him to be careful because I was afraid of my family finding out. He was completely out, fearless, and left obvious messages on the family answering machine which caused me great anxiety.
When I told him not to do that, he said, “I’ll leave the ball in your court until you grow up.” I was especially hurt by the flippant sports ball/court reference.
It goes to show that sometimes one’s first crush is to a stinker.
Years later, I was pleased to run into him again until he said, “I wanted to date you when we were teenagers, but I left the ball in your court and you didn’t return the volley.”
That recurring flippant sports reference hurt even more the second time.
All that pain just from driving on Patterson Ave. today.
This really happened. I was barely 21. I should have been barely 18 but was too scared to go sooner.
The first time I ever walked into a gay nightclub (Wham! 1011 Arnold Street, Greensboro), the DJ, Bobby “DJ” Smith, leaned out of the booth and said, “oh baby, fresh meat in the club, you’re so hot!” That scared the hell out of me yet I felt so validated.
It hasn’t happened in a long time, but I usually enjoy when people come to the door promoting their church. I like a quick polite chat, take their literature, then call it done. All the while in the back of my mind I keep thinking, “you know you don’t want these two old fags stomping around in your church.” 😁
Well, some churches actually do want that, but I think the default is “rather not.”
I’ve actually been surprised a lot lately at the inclusiveness of some of them. I tread with care because it’s hard to get over the many injuries over the years.
Here we go again with the Grahams (#1 thing to do in Charlotte). Billy Graham sought the right hand of Presidents through the decades. The Graham industry reminds me of Anita Bryant (Florida oranges circa 1970’s) but has much more power.
I shouldn’t have gone, but I had lunch one time at the Cracker Barrel restaurant nearest the Billy Graham Library in Charlotte. The talk I heard in there was amazing! I shoulda worn a Pride shirt.
I walk by the Samaritan’s Purse “Operation Christmas Child” warehouse and packing center in Charlotte all the time. I think they pack up little boxes of things to give to children in African countries in front of cameras which unsustainably goofs up local economies. How that giant luxurious building on Nations Ford Road can sit all but idle most of the year is beyond me. I suspect tax “incentives” all over. Maybe like Hobby Lobby, it resembles a church.
There is also a freighter jet from Samaritan’s Purse that sits out at Greensboro airport regularly.
In NYC, “The Purse” will serve “the gays”, kinda nice, but don’t come volunteering.
I’m amused when somebody friends me on MeWe because I manage a group they are in, which makes my personal posts appear on their timeline, then they see one of my LGBT posts go by, so they unfriend me but stay in the group. I then mentally mark them for scrutiny. 🙂 👢
When people unfriend for that reason, I just call it “trash that takes itself out”. Friend requests that come in without some lead up are usually rubbish anyway. 🗑