Chicken, Rugby and Gays
An over intrusive University form got me thinking of how South Carolinians deal with sex and sexuality. The form asked me when I started being sexually active? with which sex? and most crudely whether I did oral, vaginal or anal sex. The comparison between this form and the kind of intellectually stimulating conversation we had on the bus of a recent rugby tour is easy to make.
The tour was a weekend trip to a 7’s tournament in North Carolina and, despite having a good time with some great lads, our results weren’t so good. I helpfully pointed out on the way home that we had eaten in as many fast food restaurants as we had scored tries over the weekend, we had Wild Wings, Wendys, some sort of Brazilian and the coaches had even ordered us each a Subway between games. (I know what you’re thinking, you only scored four tries!)
One fast food chain out here that does not exist back home is called Chick-fil-A, infamously in the news at the moment for its owners negative stance on homosexuality. Calls for a boycott have been countered by supporters of his bigotry calling for a “chicken chow down.” A protest in itself where others with anti homosexual feelings take it upon themselves to eat more Chick-fil-A. Sales seem to have become less about the chicken itself but your views on gayness, as if carrying round a KFC is as good as a placard saying ‘Love knows no gender.’
I have a feeling I know which side of this warped protest a good few of the rugby team would side on, as I pointed out to them, groups of sweaty men that tackle each other are obviously common breeding grounds of repression and over zealous sexual self-affirmation. But to be fair to them they didn’t openly object to my stance on homosexuality and the issue of gay marriage, they didn’t even mind my standing on Romney or Israel. It wasn’t until I ordered a salad and not what’s known as a ‘triple baconator’ at Wendys on our drive home that I started getting strange looks. I don’t think they want to bind up in a scrum with me anymore.
Views on homosexuality in South Carolina are still as backwards as your car should be if you find yourself at a Chick-fil-A drive through. In fact the other night, on the way home from a night out with a few international lads a car slowed down and a guy shouted at us from the passenger window “hey guys! you gonna put your ass in a weiner tonight? Pussies!” Despite high fives almost certainly ensuing in the car the last laugh was on us, his sentence had grammatically made almost no sense! Who’s the pussy now ay?