I’m so glad Facebook has rendered reunions obsolete
By A high school acquaintance just sent me a message on Facebook saying he was blocking my updates because what I do “is despicable” — and this person’s official job title is, I kid you not, “Foreclosure Specialist.”
That’s right: a “Foreclosure Specialist” just called me “despicable.”
According to the message, he’s upset because his wife is having second thoughts about the gays after reading this article I wrote yesterday. He said, “she thinks they might be capable of Christian love now,” meaning that he’s done lost control of his woman.
As for me?
Apparently I’m doing a damn fine job of gayin’ up the South, one thumbed under house-wife at a time.