Last Saturday my fiancée and I went to a thrift store. Walking into the strip mall where it is located, we were given cupcakes by two activists protesting the bakery next door. They said 'a woman they knew' - I think it may have really been one of them- was kicked out of the bakery and insulted because they were attempting to buy a wedding cake for themselves and their wife-to-be. I have not been to the bakery more than twice, since I noticed their bible-passages-everywhere and decided that they are not the kind of people I want to have my money, and so just wrote it off as known idiots doing idiot things. However, while in the thrift store I overheard many old ugly fat people with un-Portland accents talking about how awful them gays were and all the awful things they hoped would happen to them. It turns out that there was some sort of internet stink that happened and homophobes came from far and wide to buy cupcakes in homodeimic solidarity with the bigoted bakery owner. Some of the things they said about the activists were at least slightly violent, so I decided that I would do something about it.
There was a film crew inside the bakery. Younger-brain-me was full of impulse to run into the bakery and make some kind of scene- either yell wildly about some kind of supernatural nonsense (you are all going to hell!, Loki will strike you all down for your perfidy!, There are ants and bees all over!, ect.) Instead I decided I would provide a slightly more subtle, less likely to lead to my arrest service. I brought the $1 LP I bought at the thrift store home (INTERNATIONAL MARCHES as played by the Marine band of the Royal Netherlands Navy, as conducted by 1st LT. H.C. Van Lijnschooten- a real find!), put on my most beat up BDUs and MC jacket and marched back to the place of protest. I then stood nearby the activists and leaned on a signpost and read Children of Dune. Whenever one of the fat idiots came by to make some kind of mean Levitican remark or looked threatening, I gave them my angriest I-will-fucking-gut-you,-you-asshole stare. I hung out for about an hour, including while the film crew interviewed the activists (but not me for some reason, ha ha) until what time I expected the drummer of my band to show up to record for our next demo. Things had mostly dried up in regards to furious out-of-towners buying hatecakes so I felt OK about going. And now the whole internet is talking about it!
here are some links, including the one with the interview in which I am almost-but-not-in-frame
http://www.koinlocal6.com/news/local/story/Bakery-does-best-business-of-year-after-denying-ga/2-oHSSzmvkSnPs4pN1NhZw.cspxhttp://www.salon.com/2013/02/04/oregon_baker_denies_lesbian_couple_a_wedding_cake/#postID=13190286&page=0&comment=4514455