If you haven't figuredt out yet, I work for an all-natural, organic grocer. It's a very hippie-touchie-feelie kinda place to work. We do believe in having a place where people can be free to be who they are without judgement while working to make a living. With that said, here is my issue:
Why, oh why, would anyone work for a place like this when their views on race, sexual orientation, and politics tend to side with the conservatives?
AND, why, oh why, would you even accept a job in New York City at the Chelsea store?
Yesterday, I confronted one of my co-workers, K., with the above questions. He is actually a fellow supervisor. Whenever he is in a situation where two men are being friendly to one another, he tends to get tense, roll his eyes, and make disapproving grunts. Yesterday, another heterosexual co-worker asked me if I had seen Brokeback Mountain
yet. I told him that I was going with my boyfriend after work. K., being in the vicinity of the conversation, harumphed.
The moment I heard that sound, I turned around and said, "K., why do you have such issues with two men sharing affection? You are so uncomfortable with homosexuality that it makes me think that you are fighting it within yourself." With those words, the entire area came to a halt. Other staff members turned toward him to wait for a response. He began to sputter something defensively and apologetically. But before he could respond, I said "You know what K., you are in faggot-town central. Either get over it, deal with it, or fucking leave. We don't need your type here." I think the stunned silence said it all. Until, one voice came out of nowhere. A guy, who I never thought was comfortable around anyone let alone queers, said "Yeah!"
Sometimes, even when you think you are alone in the battle, you aren't. Later.