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I worked for a large multivalue software company and got transferred to the R&D section in Santa Ana. That portion of the company was full of fundigelicals who were upset at having an out gay man in their midst. How dare I invade them behind the Orange Curtain. I was fired on a pretense and later one of my friends there let me know it was a total setup and who did it. Yeah, it hurt... but:
I've always said the best revenge is living well. I got a call from their biggest competitor within a week or two. Even though it was pretty soon that both companies folded, I got a contract to work for Perot Systems in Richardson for a few years and was able to keep my dignity and career intact. The fundigelicals? Still in nowheresville. Piss on 'em.
The day I interviewed for the job I'm currently in (seven years now), I laid it all on the table. If my orientation mattered, then I'd be glad to keep looking. I spent too many years trying to genderfuck conversations with coworkers and it just doesn't fly with me any more. When my husbear and I had our holy union this last November, two of my coworkers showed up in support. Now, how cool was that.
In my spare time, I'm a wedding officiant. I don't hide my orientation, nor do I make a big deal of it either. I'm not looking for d*ck, I'm looking to do creative writing and make a little pin-money to get my partner's and my green-farm going. I do my job and I get good referrals; that should be sufficient. If someone doesn't like my practice, they don't have to hire me. I stay busy enough doing weddings for mixed couples and unions for gay couples. I figure if folks can't figure it all out from my Facebook page (it's in my DU profile) and my web site, then they ain't lookin'.
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