Betrayal ... Oh, the pain. The pain of it all!
It's a few minutes before midnight as I write this. The democratic candidates were debating somewhere in South Carolina. I'm not crazy about any of them except for the gay guy. I didn't like Bernie when he ran against Hillary and I'm not much of a fan of his now. I probably like Mike Bloomberg more.
My pain is actually from work. And I have been frighteningly retrospective in the times I have said to management, "It's not personal," or "There's nothing personal about my actions. I am fighting for the rights of labor."
Today the fight IS personal because it is directed at me. I went to apply for a job and I was turned down. The manager wanted a woman and I didn't fit the bill. When I protested, she knocked me down with her rabid, pre-conceived notions that my presence would somehow illegitimize the operation. I pulled out facts and I created evidence and it was all ignored.
I then brought it up to her manager. The woman heard my complaint and she was clearly distraught at what had happened. She was unhappy with the action of her underling. And that woman simply refused to respond.
So it then went to the next level which is the executive director. And I know that the executive director does not want to hear this type of story.
This is the #metoo of the gay world. And I am not happy with the way things are.
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