Don't mess with these homos
I guess this would qualify as a bookend post to the last one on the violence-laden anti-gay graffiti at Michigan Tech University.
There’s an article in Philly Weekly about the Pink Pistols, a group of gay folks who are armed and ready. I have no interest in owning a firearm, but considering the hate crimes going on out there, it may be a good idea for your typical fag-bashers to think twice about their next encounter with a homo.
The Pink Pistols advocate the use of firearms for self-protection, specifically among their target audience: the lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender community. The slogan of the loosely organized club-there’s no formal process to become a member-is rather blunt: Armed gays don’t get bashed.
“When friends find out I’m in this, they’re horrified,” says Greene’s 25-year-old straight roommate who asks not to be identified because he doesn’t want his co-workers to talk about him. He speaks softly in a high-pitched voice. A long blond ponytail sprouts from under his camouflage Winchester Rifle baseball cap.
“They think I’m a fascist, a warmonger,” he says.
Many of the Pink Pistols revel in their ability to live in two worlds that seem so ideologically divergent: the gun-loving NRA crowd and the queer community.
According to the article, there are 42 chapters in the United States and Canada with an estimated 5,000 to 10,000 Pink Pistol members and they come in all shapes, sizes, genders and political affiliations.
Has Bush’s intolerant Amerikka really come to this? Well…
Many of the Pink Pistols can recall a harrowing tale of a run-in with meatheads.
More than a decade ago, on a hot summer night, Greene was returning to his car after a night of partying at a Center City leather bar. Sporting a black leather vest, white T-shirt, jeans and leather boots, he headed east from 13th Street toward his car, which was parked in Queen Village.
A few blocks into his journey, four young adults began following him.
“Hey faggot!” Greene says the teens yelled. Greene picked up the pace. He turned around at one point and saw that each of the thugs was waving a metal pipe as they continued barking at him. When Greene, who says he hadn’t been drinking, finally arrived at his car, he reached into his pocket, pulled out his five-shot Smith & Wesson revolver, and aimed it at the hooligans.
“Holy shit! He’s got a gun!” Greene says the one of the teens yelled. Then they ran off.
“This was a successful self-defense with a gun,” Greene says. Without a weapon, he says, the kids would’ve ganged up on him, and the cops wouldn’t have been able to do anything.
“The police would’ve shown up in time to clean me up off the street,” he says with an uncomfortable chortle.