{"id":3601,"date":"2012-12-28T04:00:57","date_gmt":"2012-12-28T09:00:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/?p=3601"},"modified":"2012-12-29T13:17:11","modified_gmt":"2012-12-29T18:17:11","slug":"gays-shouldnt-wear-loggers","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/?p=3601","title":{"rendered":"Gays Shouldn&#8217;t Wear Loggers"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.bootedman.com\/work\/chiplogger.html\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/Chiplogger14-232x300.jpg?resize=232%2C300\" alt=\"Chiplogger14\" width=\"232\" height=\"300\" class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3603\" \/><\/a>The title of this post, &#8220;gays shouldn&#8217;t wear loggers,&#8221; is what someone actually said to me yesterday. I was shocked, and almost &#8230; almost &#8230; did not reply, but somehow, some way, I came up with a great comeback that left the neanderthal who said that speechless.<br \/>\n<!--more--><br \/>\nStory context:  I was driving my mother-in-law and my fiance back to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, where my MIL lives. The MIL stayed with us for Christmas.<\/p>\n<p>Snow had fallen in Pennsylvania the day before, so I decided to wear <a href=\"http:\/\/www.bootedman.com\/work\/chiplogger.html\" target=\"_blank\">my Chippewa &#8216;Super Loggers&#8217;<\/a> which are waterproof, insulated, and have big lug soles for traction. I thought as soon as we arrived at MIL&#8217;s house, I would have to shovel snow from where we park the car, as well as her walk to her front door.  These boots are great for &#8220;snow duty.&#8221;  I wore regular blue jeans over the boots and my winter parka.<\/p>\n<p>We stopped along the way for lunch. I parked at a restaurant, and walked over to the side of the car where MIL was seated, opened the door, and helped her out. I held on to her as we walked into the restaurant. The parking lot and sidewalk were icy and snow-covered.  My fiance was following closely behind, holding his mother&#8217;s other hand.<\/p>\n<p>We entered the restaurant and looked at the menu board. My fiance and MIL told me what they wanted and then went to find a table while I got into line to place our order. While waiting in line, a burly guy got in line behind me. Mind you, I was just standing there in my jeans and boots, minding my own business when this guy blurts out, &#8220;gays shouldn&#8217;t wear loggers.&#8221;  I did not know who he was talking to, as I was not looking at him when he made the remark.<\/p>\n<p>I gave him a double-take. Lots of things went through my head about what to do. I didn&#8217;t want to create a scene, and this guy was taller, heavier, and more muscular than me.  I decided to ignore him, but then he turned to a couple of his buddies in line behind him, and said in an even louder voice, &#8220;GAYS SHOULDN&#8217;T WEAR LOGGERS!&#8221; &#8212; then looked back at me with a sneer on his face, as if he were egging me on.<\/p>\n<p>Then it came to me what to say.  Deadpan, I looked him in the eye and said, &#8220;so is that why you&#8217;re wearing sneakers?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>About a second later, the order-taker was ready for my order, and I told her what we wanted. After paying, she said that they would bring it to our table and to have a seat.<\/p>\n<p>It was then that I dared look at this cretin once more, and he literally was staring at me with his mouth agape. He didn&#8217;t say anything else, nor did his friends, or did I. Case closed &#8212; no more discussion, no fight, nuthin&#8217;.  <\/p>\n<p>I wonder what signals I was giving off that I was gay, or if that really matters. Perhaps he noticed two guys from out of state traveling with an old lady. My fiance and I do not look like we could be brothers yet we both spoke with very familiar comfort, so this guy may have made an accurate guess at our relationship. <\/p>\n<p>I have nothing else to &#8220;give away&#8221; that I&#8217;m gay &#8212; no HRC equal sign bumper sticker or rainbow flag decal in the window of the car, and I didn&#8217;t even flail my hands with limp wrists. My voice isn&#8217;t &#8230;   well, let&#8217;s suffice it to say that I do not outwardly display stereotypical characteristics of gay men, nor advertise the same on any of the vehicles that I drive.<\/p>\n<p>Back to the point &#8212; logger boots are worn by any man who chooses the right boots for the right application.  Neanderthals excluded.<\/p>\n<p>Good news is that the guy who tried to pick a fight with me sat with his friends on the opposite side of the restaurant, and we went our separate ways when we were done. I didn&#8217;t tell my fiance about this situation until much later at his Mom&#8217;s house. <\/p>\n<p>Life is short: wear boots and forget about those who demonstrate homophobia or hatred.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The title of this post, &#8220;gays shouldn&#8217;t wear loggers,&#8221; is what someone actually said to me yesterday. 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