We all have our pet peeves. For some, it’s mayonnaise. For some, it’s the morning after a rough night when all you want is a water bottle. And for others, it’s the mirror pictures that 11-year-olds post to show their mosquito bites. For me, it’s when the gay community is disrespected.
In my hometown of good ol’ Blue Springs – represent yo’ shit motha fucka – recently the Gay Straight Alliance kids, (you know, the ones that play the jazz flute) were trying to get a t-shirt printed that said, “Why is it that as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?”
When they asked the local t-shirt printer to order the shirts, they were denied service, based on his “religious beliefs.” In fact he stated, “God calls me to love all, but he doesn’t call me to be comfortable with things that I don’t see as God-pleasing”¦”
Whether he had the right to deny service is not the issue. In fact, do it. If what really gets you off is a menstruating woman on top of a disgustingly hairy man, then you let it rip. But, keep that standard for all. He approved a girls soccer shirt a few years ago saying, “Girls do it on the grass, 11 different ways.” First of all, what the hell does that even mean? Do they have 11 different board games that the soccer team plays frequently on the grassy field? Do they enjoy 11 different types of tea on the grass? Way to go, Mister T-shirt man, you approved a shirt that didn’t even make sense.
Don’t get me wrong, I slip the “gay” word sometimes; I mean how else am I supposed to describe Rick Santorum? But denying a shirt is just an immature, bitch thing to do. We are in the 21st century and the old hags still can’t get over a little light saber war and/or clam jousting? Suck it up, close-minded geezers. And to all my boats and hoes back in Gay Straight Alliance back at Blue Springs South who are going to rep those shirts like nobody’s business: you go, Glen Coco, you go.