Gay Chickens Are Gay

There's a Chick-fil-A down the street from my townhome. I haven't eaten their food in over a year.

That's not because I'm eating healthy (Lord knows) or because I don't love their food (their biscuits are delish!). And I definitely wasn't scared off by their great customer service. None of that. I don't go to Chick-fil-A because of their stance on same-sex marriage. (Here's a hint: they don't like it.)

Well, that's not exactly true. I may not agree with their beliefs, but I think they have every right to be stupid. My problem is that they're doing a lot to stop all this gay stuff.

Are there other companies doing the same thing? No doubt, but shared guilt doesn't make the guys who own Chick-fil-A innocent.

Am I unknowingly giving my hard-earned money to businesses who fund policies and campaigns I disagree with? Probably, but I won't use that as an excuse not to act when I do know better.

Am I fully aware that Chick-fil-A doesn't care that they've lost one more customer over this? Yup, but that doesn't matter. What does matter is that one less business will be using my hard-earned cash for eeeeevil.

And so on and so forth.

I'm not saying I'm a saint (even though I totally am!). Giving up Chick-Fil-A wasn't that hard. Hell, I don't even think about it anymore. I do find it funny, though, that some of the few people I've shared this with have decided out loud that I must be gay. Never mind the ex-girlfriends and everything else.

Though I do love my musicals.

Or maybe it's not funny at all. It really shouldn't be that hard to believe that a straight man would actively support gay rights, right? I hope so, anyway.

Whatever. We should trust each other more.

But in the meantime, I'll continue ignoring those Deluxe Chicken Sandwiches. They're good, but they're not straight-marriage-only good.