Author: uberbudgie





I was at the after party to some huge

theatrical event and all of the backstage

area was packed. It looked like a

convention hall more than anything else,

and was filled with lots of caucasians.

Seems like about one in ten people had

a table set up with flyers or all kinds of

junk, (mostly for sale), all over the top.

The room was just PACKED and so

there were a ton of these 6' by 2.5' tables

all over the place.



Nobody but caucasians everywhere.

(Weird).



So, I was thinking to myself, "There

must be some mistake, this looks

more like a swap meet or a convention

than an after-play cast party." Then

I saw that almost all of the stuff had

something or other to do with Jesus

and Salvation.



Hmmmm, perhaps this is a very

passive agressive protest of some

sort, who knows? Then I found out

it was a fundraiser. (?!?Huh?!?!)



Then I saw my mom at some table

that was full of old clothes, telling people

that everything was for free. I was very

curious, and started to go through the

clothes, and ended up finding a very

nice pair of chopsticks that I lost when

I was a teen just after I bought them,

and a pair of really hot looking matte

black PVC pants that were exactly

my size and looked like they were

made of a heavy matte rubber. My

mother was telling me, "I know you've

been looking for those, I've been

carrying them around with me for

a long time!"



I left irritated, taking the pants and the

chopsticks with me, because I was angry

she was lying to me.



I went to the edge of the fray, past the

tables stacked with J. T. Chick tracts

and generic hard candy to some actual

booths where some random items in

bright colors were for sale. Near the

door were two different booths set

up by different vendors under the same

bright primary colored canopy. One was

selling clear pvc-sided travel kits and

make-up bags in lilac and bright shades,

the other was selling these bright

pearlescent necklaces in 'pride' colors

(rainbow skull and crossbones

necklaces for JESUS?!?!?!) It was all

"for Jesus", I thought it was all very

amusing considering that these were

the sorts of necklaces I'd buy to wear

to SF Pride festivities or a leather

gathering. Yet, here was this middle

aged man with a beard and coke bottle

glasses grinning up at me while I was

handling the necklaces saying, "Praise

Jesus!" I was thinking to myself,

'I don't even know what the fundraiser

is for, should I be buying these? It

could be something totally against

my ethical standards.'



The price was only $10- each, pretty

inexpensive, really... I was thinking of

how many I'd get for my friends, despite

the fact that I've told everyone "I'm not

giving Christmas presents this year, I'm

saving for school," and debated whether

or not I should be buying them, despite

how much I liked them. (Big 2" smooth

pearlescent plastic skulls in very bright,

well done rainbow pride colors... What

is there not to love, they are so GOOFY!)



Then the phone woke me up.

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