This from my nuked Queer blogs of some years ago.

Speaking of Gay Wedding cakes. I was out today and overheard a portion of a conversation. It was a third hand story as the lady was on the phone telling it to a friend. Seems she was just at a store, and a customer was making fun of gay guy on line…this is the Emerald City. We stand ‘on’ line not in one. Well, the owner of this shop laid into this guy…the bigot. Told him off good. The last person you want pissed at you is a Black woman…especially one from Jamaica. Which as I listened to the story she was. The lady on the phone gave it theatrics as she related the tale. This is why I love this town. Every street is theater. Said she, “…he didn’t pick out being gay no store he was born that way, and it’s how g-d wants him!” It went on, but you gets the drift. Just when I was fried by all the ugly in this world. I happen on this. I just ‘happen’ to be next to this lady relating 'this’ story. …which I needed to hear. This was a coincidence of course…there are no Angels we’re not all connected by a vast dark matter quantum spiritual internet,…naw no way.  Above Wonder Woman drops by to say ‘Hi,…sup?’