He's everywhere! He's everywhere!
This is my story about X, the fast food chain that sells chicken and whose owner has come out against same sex marriage.
Up front, you should know that I will not be boycotting X since it is highly unlikely I would ever patronize X because...
1) The closest X is over 70 miles away in New Jersey.
2) I seldom eat fast food. I think the last time I indulged was on my Dayton roadtrip in May.
you have been reading this blog long enough, you will recall that three
summers ago, I attended a four-day weekend creativity workshop in
Manhattan. I spent over four days 24/7 en femme in The City and it was an epiphany for me. You can read about it here.
were about 20 people attending the workshop. Most of the attendees were
from the teaching, writing, and art fields, however, there were three
guys who were ducks out of water: they were managers from the Atlanta
home office of X.
Back then, I had never heard of X and I knew
nothing of its owner's regard for the LGBT community. These three guys
made it clear that they did not want to have anything to do with me.
Whereas, the other attendees interacted with me throughout the workshop,
these guys avoided me.
The only time any of the three
interacted with me was when I was paired up with one of them during a
workshop exercise. That one was polite, but all business. After the
exercise, he would at least say “Hello,” but his two companions
continued to avoid me.
That was my only contact with X, but it left an impression on me and the current brouhaha does not surprise me.