He's everywhere! He's everywhere!This is my story about X, the fast food chain that sells chicken and whose owner has come out against same sex marriage.
Up front, you should know that I will not be boycotting X since it is highly unlikely I would ever patronize X because...
1) The closest X is over 70 miles away in New Jersey.
2) I seldom eat fast food. I think the last time I indulged was on my Dayton roadtrip in May.
If you have been reading this blog long enough, you will recall that three summers ago, I attended a four-day weekend creativity workshop in Manhattan. I spent over four days 24/7 en femme in The City and it was an epiphany for me. You can read about it here.
There were about 20 people attending the workshop. Most of the attendees were from the teaching, writing, and art fields, however, there were three guys who were ducks out of water: they were managers from the Atlanta home office of X.
Back then, I had never heard of X and I knew nothing of its owner's regard for the LGBT community. These three guys made it clear that they did not want to have anything to do with me. Whereas, the other attendees interacted with me throughout the workshop, these guys avoided me.
The only time any of the three interacted with me was when I was paired up with one of them during a workshop exercise. That one was polite, but all business. After the exercise, he would at least say “Hello,” but his two companions continued to avoid me.
That was my only contact with X, but it left an impression on me and the current brouhaha does not surprise me.
