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In the days when we are celebrating the Rainbow 25 I still come across blog post like this from the Chuck Wagon and the article title was “The Chuck Wagon: Streets of Philadelphia”
Streets of Philadelphia
City of Brotherly Love indeed. Let me explain:
I spent the past few days in Philadelphia meeting with a client. We attended a showcase event at the Seaport Museum so I had to book a nearby hotel. I found a reasonably-priced boutique hotel on Spruce and 12th street in Midtown. It was a charming little place with terrific service and a very friendly staff. At the time, I was so hurried that I thought little of the fact that the small staff consisted of nothing but effeminate men, both young and old. My colleague said she’d pick me up at the corner and together we’d drive to the event.

Well, let it be said that I found myself in a strange situation. Once I left the hotel and stood out on the corner I started noticing a plethora of gay pride rainbows in the the shop windows and even painted beneath the street signs. Nearly every parked vehicle had one of those blue and yellow equal sign bumper stickers. The pedestrians were spiffy and consisted of either well-scrubbed young men or skinny hipster chicks walking their dogs with cigarette in hand. It became clear to me that I had inadvertently booked msyelf a room in the middle of Philadelphia’s gay district.

And despite my heterosexuality, I suppose it’s safe to say that from an aesthetic standpoint I fit right in. I stood on the corner in my “schmoozing duds,” as I like to call them, calmly awaiting my ride. I can pull off a very slim silouette in my well-tailored business attire and my attention to detail did not go unnoticed by the passersby, to say the least. In a span of less than 5 minutes I had two separate incidents of guys approaching me. One dude asked if I was lost and needed any help or directions (which I certainly did not) and the other wanted to know where I had purchased my necktie.

I was courteous and polite to the inquisitive (gay) strangers on both occasions. My colleague finally arrived and I had a very fun story to break the ice.

Also, what’s with all the gay flight attendants? What attracts them to the profession? Is it the uniform? No wonder Senator Larry Craig enjoys airports so much. My God, it’s bad enough that the female flight attendents are more likely to resemble old hags than aging beauty queens. Seriously, when was the last time you were on a flight that had either a Catch Me if You Can-esque flight attendent or a straight man serving you soda and peanuts? Posted by Charlie Hobart at 8:19 AM Blog Archive

Do you think there is little bit of stereotyping here? I’m hoping that the Rainbow celebration didn’t go to waste.