Walking out of the local building supply center today, I saw a truck with a drywall logo on the door. The guy just happened to be loading stuff in the back. I'm always on the lookout for new subcontractors so I sauntered over and asked for his card. When he gave it to me - I looked and introduced myself and said "glad to meet you Jason". He said no that is his project managers card - the company is printing him new ones. I said " Cool. New shinny cards" and he replies "They can be whatever, as long as they ain't pink".
THAT'S when I started looking.
Looking for pierced ears, manicured nails, tweezed brows etc. Anything that might give him away. Not that I really expected to find anything - and I didn't - and he probably wouldn't have said such a defensive statement if he knew who he was inside already.
But I did start to wonder - if he was still in denial? I mean that seems to be what we do before we admit it to ourselves a lot of the time isn't it? Fight the hell out of "I'm not transgendered (or gay, or anything else to be inserted here)" Deny who we are by puffing up our chests and talking as low as we can.
I can't stand pink. Call any guy who even appears to be on the less than macho side "gay". Make raunchy jokes about women etc.
It's sad because they don't know what they are missing. But at the same time I'm jealous, since they don't have to put up with the majority of society that makes people like myself and hold up in some kind of protective cocoon from all the hate out there.
Oh well, time to start getting ready to call it a day and head home for my nightly half glass of wine. ( for medicinal purposes only you see ). And ponder much more.