I went to an escape room in Columbus, OH last week, and the thing that came out to greet us and run the escape room was a shade over six feet, thin build, antique afro hair style, around twenty something years old, and wearing a cocktail dress that might have looked good on Twiggy in the late 1960s.
Keep reading for my personal opinions. If you're some kind of special little snowflake, go elsewhere. You won't make it here.
I'm sick of the homos forcing their personal choices on the rest of the straight, heterosexual world. What they do in the privacy of their own bedroom is up to them, but I'm not going to approve of homosexual activities. So, while trying to get an AI generator to work today (read about it here, experiment with it here) I managed to create an image that gives everyone a hint of my true feelings regarding the gay crowd.
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5 comments:
Dude, I feel ya. But I have to keep in mind souls are at stake too. Thus, I try to temper, pray, and avoid if at all possible.
I have been of the same mindset for the last 20 years. My daughter’s queer and if there was anything good about those people I would have found it. The trannies are even worse. But…it’s all our fault. We let them out of the closet and we tolerate their antics.
CW: Almost everyday I pray that the Lord will give me a better heart and more tolerance. Still, the signs, the parades, the unrelenting demands for approval get on my very last nerve.
Glen: From the 1930s to the '60s black had the Chitlin' Circuit (Chitlins, formally known as Chitterlings, which are fried pig intestines), so named as a play on the Borscht Belt, resorts in New York State patronized by the Jews. The Hines Farm Blues Club, 3950 S Berkey Southern Rd, Swanton, OH was an integral part of the Chitlin' Circuit - I've been there many times to hear the music, eat the ribs, and take the main lady drinking and dancing. In the bad old days they had motorcycle races, horse races, and all sort of contests and entertainment. After sunset, the music started and everyone under twenty-one was sent home. Later on they'd have strippers, snake dancers, and female impersonators. All this was prior to 1960. Now, kids weren't allowed, and neither was fighting or disruptive drunkenness. So my thought was 'No harm, no foul'. But I think I was wrong.
The music, food and booze were fine. The female impersonators - no. That's where the line should have been drawn, and that was back in the 1930s.
Today, I have no use for whole gay rights movement. I have personal reasons for this which I intend to write about later.
It looks like at least a couple of fingers are still working MAD JACK!
Schmoe!
As I live and breathe, it's good to see you. I hope you and yours are doing well.
I'm a bit discouraged by the latest societal developments - the DEI, the BLM, the Antifa crowd. Then there's my own somewhat confused cousin who delights in our company while banging her head against a wall because she's a long way from dumb as a box of rocks, and our views keep making sense.
Now I'll have to come up with the next post.
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