I’d had no idea that our trip to WDW coincided with this year’s “Gay Days”. Remarkably enough, we weren’t forced witnesses to sodomite debauchery, Katherine wasn’t stolen by Lesbian Gypsies, I didn’t see anyone parading around in leather, and we managed to have a great time.
Well, there was one brief moment where it touched our lives. While Margie and I were on the shuttle bus from Downtown Disney to Port Orleans after dropping off the car Thursday night, we had the ill fortune to be sitting opposite some folks whose dress and accents — ah, well far be it from me to stereotype, of course, but it’s a shame the lights were off in the bus and we couldn’t confirm the crimson color of their necks.
This particular crew was comparing notes on the evening, and one fellow, sitting down next to his sunburned girlfriend, started railing against and joking about the gays they’d seen seen at one of the clubs at Pleasure Island. Insert various tasteless (male) gay jokes here (in front of the various kids on the bus.)
The most amusing part was that, while there was an implication in most of the conversation that the guy and his gal had to flee the club before he was sexually assaulted by the Evil Homosexuals, he also explicitly stated at one point that he’d been escorted out by security because of “a drinking problem.”
Such paragons of righteousness …
(via BoingBoing and DisneyBlog)