Am I “Homophobic”? - Professor DV
I’m cruising down one of Atlanta’s ubiquitous Peachtree Rd’s listening to Jamie Foxx on the Sirius radio, when I spot a Drive Through Starbucks. Cool. I’m going to grab me a hot green tea, a bottle of water, and I don’t even have to jump out the car.“Welcum ta starhbuuucks. May I tayk ya orduhr?”
I pull up to the outdoor intercom. I hear a garbled, muffled, digitzed, husky, country
Um. Uh… Yeah. I’d like a green tea please.
A green tea. I’d like a hot green tea please.
“Wull dat be it?”
Yes, that will be it.
“That wull be a dollar fitty. Pull up please.”
I pull around the corner, a window a slides open and a 6’4” grown ass black man wearing a reddish blond wig and sporting manicured long nails sticks his entire head out the drive through window towards my car while holding an iced green chi tea latte.I asked for a hot tea my man.
There’s a long beat… Silence… Pause.
I must have been looking at homeboy like he had two tongues and three nostrils, because a look of shame seemed to creep over his face.
The electric window of my car slowly slides down as Ru Paul and I maintain eye contact. Beat.
Ru Paul looks confused … mumbles an apology … and ducks his head back into Starbucks. I fish my card out my wallet and grab the iPhone to document this moment. He pops back within seconds holding a hot tea. I snap his picture while frontin’ like I’m adjusting the radio, take the tea, then hand him my card.Thank you brother. I appreciate that my man.
Add a dollar on that for tip.
This seems to confuse him more. Not the tip, but the fact that I’m acknowledging his obvious manhood seems to cause him cognitive dissonance. He returns with the card, mutters a quiet curious muted“thank you”.
Looking him in the eye, I reply“No problem brother, have a good day my man.”
The window slowly slides up. I quickly pull off.
Now, does refusing to treat a brother like a broad make me homophobic?
Refusal to participate in the grand charade which insists a 6’4” 210 pound person with testicles is a woman - is an act of freedom. It’s an act of self-determination. Acknowledgment of the truth is freedom of religion.
This story makes me so angry. I can’t begin to explain everything. Even just the fact that the writer of this snapped a picture of this person (Who, might I add, is a beautiful woman and it’s pretty obvious, you hateful asshole) without her permission is rather rude and exploitative.
Homophobic? Technically, transphobic.
But screw that. This writer’s just a fucking asshole.
Wow. Just wow.
Gonna do my best not to send a nasty message to the transphobic asshat. I’ll leave that to more well-spoken, articulate people.
Instead, I’m gonna gawk at the pretty lady up there. Actually, this might be creepy, but shit son, I could drive to Atlanta, hunt down this Starbucks, and tell this woman she’s awesome.