I’ve been the handy-man-on-call for an elderly coupla dykes. Happy to do it, and they asked nicely and we were friends. And yea, lots of gay friends over the years. I understand how, like having black friends, that actually makes me anti-gay and anti-black—a total transparent, grandstanding mess for public opinion. Because, as you are well aware, I’m all about wide, public, positive fucking-opinion. I work hard at it. Get along. My motto.
But: friends. Do you get it? It was personal. I wasn’t forced and even after a rocky start with those two (both retired Sheriffs, too) we all came to find we couldn’t help ourselves. There’s so much more to a person than their political views. Jeanie died a few years back after multiple battles with various assortments of cancers. I loved her. And she always had Jamison’s for me. I’d have baked her and Sharon a cake for any occasion, because they were friends.
I can’t stand the gay agenda. It’s actually managed to become worse than the atheist agenda.
They can all go fuck themselves and I hope that if anyone is actually forced to bake a wedding cake for someone they prefer to not associate with, they mix in plenty of various mammalian sperm and other bodily fluids. Supposedly, it’s high in protein and what’s more, it may not require that 1/4 tsp of salt. …And nose boogers for texture. People will think it’s pineapple.
I’m glad those buttfuckers chose this battle. I will never again in my life speak in support of the gay lifestyle, and I used to be known to walk out on people in restaurants over the FREE ASSOCIATION principle of the matter.
Go fuck yourselves.