My spouse is a classically trained pianist who used to tour and perform 2 hour memorized concerts. It was mesmorizing watching her play such beautiful, and difficult, music. She is, by my engineering estimate (SWAG), approaching 1.0 BILLION notes played on piano.
She was teaching "all things musical" at the college level (Valencia Community College and UCF in Orlando) in support of Opera and Stage Acting to new starving artists. Their "fellow" performers and associates were quite often, more than most, openly gay men. She has accepted them as "just like everybody else" in music that "come with the territory" in order to earn a paycheck.
She has defended their voice and character assinations (by others), as "musically appropriate" since transgenderism has been in the closet, and musical performances, for as long as there have been ape-men, appeasing their ape-women, watching Italian Opera.
Apparently, Orlando, FL is a Mecca for queers and the queer-eyed. To the consternation of traditional Family Values, Disney has shown it's "approval" of transgenders too. The public backlash was unanticipated by their woke management. Suxs to be you and tanked Disney Stockholders too.
I try to ignore them, avoid eye contact, avoid talking to them, leave the room, act as if nothing is wrong, etc., and most importantly left my spouse's acquired professional associates alone so that I did not become her downfall in that job, which worked to a degree. I stayed in my lane. They had to stay in theirs.
I am not homophobic. That is hate.
THREAD HACK BEGIN. I am a "lover" not a fighter. Though I want to bar fight (my idea of "hate") one man, a former CPA turned Contractor (no skin in the game, just coordination, the headache part of the job), who wound my personal home building construction project around bad driveway and foundation dirt, it's choice, its inclusion under the contract (performed poorly by me), proper placement and compaction by contract, an illiterate subcontractor (who, as an adult, could not read the contract or drawings but agreed to follow their instructions), and a Third Grade (former screen porch installer, retired, obese, diabetic, poor health) Arbitrator, which contract clause I naively found was undenyable, even though the outcome of my arbohitration was not supported in law. Go figure. I hope that "CPA" does not die a horrible death (yes I do), because they may look closely at me for evidence. Thirty five (35) years is a long time to hold that grudge. THREAD HACK END,
