I remember walking into a church complex outside of Jacksonville, Florida with an address in my hand. Before the time of GPS, I would often navigate via a chart (or AAA road guide). This time I found the correct address. But it wasn’t the city impound lot, it was a church. After being lost for a few minutes, I finally found someone. A puzzled looking, mannish appearing woman walked out of an office adorned with a square rainbow, stopping me then asking if she could help me. She eyed me with a bit of physical concern. I was a short haired guy with a Confederate flag tattoo, coupled with some band t-shirt that hadn’t been washed in weeks.
I explained that I was looking for the address on the paper. She mentioned that I was at the “south” location, while the impound was north. I laughed and thanked her for her help. As I was leaving, an extremely husky woman’s voice asked: “Who In The Hell Was That?
I had forgotten about that weird encounter for years. (The churches LGBT outreach didn’t see that many straight sailors).
But it reared its ugly head when I read an article about someone being upset when it came to a wedding venue’s lack of “acceptance” for same sex couples. (Link from news below)
I often thank people for discriminating against me. I had someone talk me out of going to certain clubs with him. He wouldn’t tell me directly that he didn’t want uncool white guys with him. But he was doing me a favor, there is a great chance that I would have not had fun or even been that guy who made things worse for the other “low IQ” entertained gentleman.
I had been turned down for dates before by women. The one woman told me that she didn’t think I was her type. (Partially not true, she liked getting boned and I had a penis). But socially speaking, I am not a simple person to be around. I hated Uncle Kracker and her friends loved that crap. I also didn’t spend all my money on vehicles.
If I would have discriminated a little bit to begin with, I wouldn’t have wasted my time. I think it is within the boundaries of personal safety to think of ways to handle things or even common ways to judge things. (Most Baptists I know of don’t want to drink. My friend’s lesbian sister doesn’t handle discussions about femininity very well. I have made out well to steer clear of discussions about late 19th century French paintings when I was around certain people.) These “pre-judgements” weren’t out of ugliness but simplicity.
I think it would be safe to say that someone could do what other people have done and steer other people from their businesses. I don’t understand why we need laws to force people into serving those that are better served by others. Just like the article, there are groups that steer folks to those that want them or like their viewpoints. There had been websites to talk about other services and people before. I have used them. Other commenters would blatantly tell me that unless I was of a certain background, I might want to go somewhere else.
If I wanted to do what Valdez had been asking for, I would never have any beliefs. I would also end up giving lackluster service to people I don’t like or I didn’t have the ability to stomach.
I also don’t want people to give me lackluster service after kowtowing. I want enthusiastic sex with consenting female partners, not someone guilted into sex after worrying about being labeled a bigot. I want the owner of a business to be happy (or content) to do business with me. And I sure as heck don’t want to partner with a starfish!
I appreciate when someone discriminates against me. It didn’t matter if I was staggering drunk or sober. If it isn’t in them to do business with me, I will find someone else who does. If my discriminating taste can’t find a supplier, I must become my own supplier or find a supplier further out.
Valdez was overly emotional to seek out the force of law to cater to their whims. The law is not the venue to support your views. Your pocket book and other people’s ears are the tools. I learned all of this when I started being discriminated against.