An aging Ford stopped in front of me, and out of it emerged a bearded, blond guy in overalls, who screamed, “The only good fag is a dead fag! Get the fuck out of my way!” “Ladies!” I screamed at a group of feathered drag queens waiting on the corner. “Come here, I need you!” The frenzied fags ran devotedly into battle. “What’s the matter, honey?” the group’s leader asked. I pointed toward my Aryan. “Go kiss him. Get him back into his car so our people can cross the intersection!” The gaggle of queens descended upon the tall, now speechless blond. One stroked his arm, another pinched his butt.
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