I Need to See Some Gay I.D.

So happy to see that Mississippi still has some people with an activist mentality. In a previous post I suggested that businesses should display the rainbow flag as a way to show their support for shoppers without incurring discrimination or businesses that do discriminate should fly the rainbow flag with a swastika in the middle of it.

Two business owners in the Fondren district of Jackson have gone one further and have done just that! They have created a decal for businesses that support diversity without prejudice and discrimination. The decal simply states, “We don’t discriminate - If you’re buying - We’re selling.”

So proud to find out my local Bakery, when I lived there, Campbell’s Bakery and the owners of William Wallace hair salon, both located in the hip Fondren district spearheaded this initiative.

If anyone saw the movie The Help then you probably saw the Fondren area depicted in the movie. My High School was located on the edge of Fondren, which, made it easy to ditch school on lovely Spring days and have lunch at Brent’s Drugs, also depicted in the movie, then stroll up to Campbell’s Bakery for some pastry confections, where you could see teeny tiny ballerinas shimmy through the space between two buildings to load up on sugar between dance classes.

The Fondren area is where the gay bar, Emerald City was located. Where at 16 I was allowed to pass for 18, the legal drinking age of the time. The handsome off-duty cop that worked the door was kind enough to look the other way when I.D. was required.

Thanks handsome off-duty cop for letting this happen and for not giving me a speeding ticket the day you pulled me over and then tore up the ticket once you recognized me and told me to slow down and to get my butt home.

The first businesses to move into the revitalized Fondren district were Max Contemporary Furnishings and Petal Pushers Florists. I knew the good looking and talented gay owner of Petal Pushers from the bar scene and I met the owner of Max from hanging around (bothering) her at her shop. She offered me an internship when I finished my interior design degree. I took her up on her offer.

So, thank you Max, Campbell’s and William Wallace salon and all of the other pioneering individuals/artists for standing up for what is right and creating the, “We Don’t Discriminate/ If You’re buying/We’re Selling” slogan and campaign.

Like I said, “I need to see some gay I.D.”

Mystery Guest Revealed:

Would the mother of the mystery guest please sign in and disown your child. 

April 5, marked what would have been the 106th birthday of Bette Davis. As usual I pulled up her Wikipedia entry and snuggled up to savor her story like the blockbuster biography that it was when I got to the part about her daughter, our mystery guest, B. D. Hyman. I had forgotten that the ungrateful daughter raised in a privileged Hollywood royalty setting had written a Mommie Dearest type of account of her upbringing. 

All this would have been salacious had any of it been true as everyone that ever new the private life of Bette Davis came forward to refute it including her two adopted children. Everyone truly believed Joan Crawford to be the monster that her daughter's book made her out to be but I don't recall anyone having the same feelings about Bette. Just watch Now Voyager and the way poor Charlotte Vale treats Dr. Jeremiah Duvaux Durrance's little girl with such kindness, "Tina, Tina, Tina." This could have been an excellent acting job but I so want to believe it to be who she was in real life. 

Bette as expected by anyone who ever saw her movies disowned the ungrateful child saying in her memoir, "I am still recovering from the fact that a child of mine would write about me behind my back, to say nothing about the kind of book it is. I will never recover as completely from B.D.'s book as I have from the stroke. Both were shattering experiences." 

A final thought is that B. D. Hyman has a link to her own Wikipedia page listed on Bette Davis's page. I found that distasteful but, it's where I found the external link to her ministry website and clicked over to see what she looked like. I was not pleasantly surprised as you could imagine.

Thanks to everyone for playing along. A special thanks to Muscato for not giving it away...I half way expect to see a comment stating something about the time he actually met her. And to Jason for sheepishly identifying her first. It's rare to stump you guys!

Mystery Guest:

Do you recognize her? 

If you know for sure who she is then please email me rather than commenting and spoiling the surprise for others. 


HINT: She's the daughter of someone famous...


Mississippi legislature approved S.B. 2681 yesterday. The bill reads “State action or an action by any person based on state action shall not burden a person’s right to exercise of religion, even if the burden results from a rule of general applicability.”

The bill leaves it open to employers and individuals claiming rights to discriminate on any basis — race, religion, gender, perceived national origin, etc., — as long as they can claim a religious reason for doing so.


I grew up in Mississippi. It’s a beautiful state with a rich history and a defiant streak. When they rounded up the negroes and lynched them, that was bad. When Elvis or Tammy Wynette and countless others had a compulsion to get out of the Delta and do something big, that was good.

Now they want to make discrimination legal. I think it’s safe to say that most of the country just assumed it already was legal to discriminate in Mississippi. Why now? Why are they digging into this issue?

It’s not intolerance or bigotry it’s about sex. This country has an unnatural fixation on homosexual intercourse. Whenever you are invariably outed as a “homosexual” the person being informed about this matter automatically thinks about two men having butt sex. Lets take the sex out of the identification. 

Homosexual is the clinical term. I identify as Gay. I don’t go around saying, “Oh...you’re a heterosexual.” Why? Because it’s unsophisticated. People have all kinds of strange proclivities. Try to develop some sophistication about such issues.

As for Mississippi’s latest ignorance, I’ve always thought that gay business owners could do far worse damage with such a law on the books. Just because I’m gay doesn’t mean that I’m free of prejudice. I’m just a little more tolerant and sophisticated about it.

But don’t piss me off! Or I’ll refuse my services to you and your unwed pregnant daughter.

Imagine targeting the Mississippi Legislature with a boycott of services provided by gay people. No more hair appointments, no more new curtains, no more new design or construction. 

I’m also going to be so bold and claim with no factual evidence, statistics or made up percentages that, “Gay People Invented The Arts!” That’s right. THE ARTS! Music, Theater, Dance, Fine Art and Literature. All invented by GAY PEOPLE.

I think God made the homosexual for this reason alone. That and we cut down on population but think how boring the world would be without us and the arts. Stop fucking with God’s special creature.

But I think a boycott would be mean and gloating in the face of inevitable victory for equality. Forcing zealots to fly the Gay Unfriendly Flag would be on our part an act of poor taste and retaliation. But it would be so much fun. Instead I think I’ll sit on the lawn like Evita and watch with sophistication as the LGBTQ invade their country clubs.

And now let’s hear a little something about sophistication from the sponsors of this post, 

The Ritchie Sisters.


I tend to be a wordsmith. That being the times when I actually tend to work with words. Lately, I haven’t felt the inspiration to write or as Mr. Brian O’Bannion would put it, “court the muse.”

My parent’s are wordsmiths and I still have a handy little book that my father gave me while in the third grade entitled, 30,000 Words. No definitions. Just 30,000 Words and the syllabication or pronunciations. It was in this book that I learned the word impetuous.

One day on the way home from school my mother put the back window down on the Vista Cruiser station wagon and asked me to climb out and grab the mail from the box. I had only reached into the mailbox when she suddenly lurched forward causing me to lose my balance. I yelled out, “Stop the car, you impetuous thing!” She found it amusing while I was furious. I wanted to know why she was laughing at what was to me a very dangerous situation. It turned out that what she found amusing was the fact that I had almost used the word impetuous correctly.

This brings me to today. I hate it when obviously knowing people use words incorrectly. I have a few pet peeves, pacifically when they mean specifically or satistic when they mean statistic, etc. I assume they are unable to pronounce the mouthful of letters correctly in a short time. A common mistake but used incorrectly over a period of time I assume they just don’t know the difference. Maybe their parents used the words incorrectly and it has just been stuck as the default.

Sometimes, I find the misuse to be a colloquial thing. One person will say it and then the person they were talking to will say it and so on and so on. Supposably that is what’s happening. Which brings me to todays odd pronunciation, supposably. Someone I work with always says supposably. I wince and carry on. Then the other day I ran into another person who used the word supposably. Not once but numerous times within a short conversation. I winced and carried on.

I assumed it was just one of those things where the spoken word morphs into the actual word and before you know it that word becomes the official definition in the dictionary. I counted on the autocorrect function of my word processor to find the mistake. To my surprise, Supposedly and Supposably were both real words. WHAT? I reached for the little 30,000 Words book and found it to be true. How can this be? I thought it was some local verbal virus working its way through the population. I googled the words with the dubious suspicion that you get when looking up something on Wikipedia and found that supposably means, “it is possible to suppose.” Whereas supposedly means, “according to what is generally assumed or believed.

In almost every case the person using the word supposably would have meant to use the word supposedly if they only knew the difference. I wince and carry on then sometimes laugh because they almost got it right.