Chapter 4
What came afterward I called The VD Drip: a slow, burning sensation. It was a perfect storm born of oversensitivity to other patrons, personal PDA discomfort, and a perceived frontal assault on a holiday commemorating love. WTF? WWJD? ROTFLMAO? Acronyms f**k me up, although I came to better understand the implications of GOP and HRC.
Someone told Dom a Boycott Platte! f*******: page had amassed seven hundred likes within twenty-four hours of its hasty establishment. Further, the owner of it encouraged followers that “all this Platte nonsense” warranted a more proactive approach: Ask those you regularly patronize what their business and service stance is on acknowledging gay marriage. For example, the lesbian should ask of the dry cleaner “Will you starch my shirt tux?” Transpeo
