On the other hand, I remember hearing it said in the pre-internet days that most gay porn subscriptions were mailed to farms.

Yes, but if they liked it, you'd cause their whole world view to come crashing down around them :evil:

I took a look at their website, and the place looks utterly charming. It's sad that it seems to be run by hate-mongers. How does he get away with making sure his new employees "get a little religion?" I also wonder, if, as Skippy's tirade implies, he feels legally compelled to host vomitophile gay weddings? If I lived closer, I'd make a special project of insinuating myself into the place, and forcing them to deal with their homophobia in a public way. On the other hand, they seem to live a somewhat insular lifestyle, which makes intolerance to difference that much easier.

Poor things.

I know plenty of gay-friendly farmers. Or at least farm representatives. I shop at the Hollywood Farmers Market on Ivar every Sunday and there are gay people who sell produce there, and people who are very friendly and kind to the gay people who shop there. I can't guarantee that everyone is or is not homophobic, but if I've heard or read their words and they're vile, I'm not funding their family business.

Maybe it's just my general mood today, but despite all this talk of homophobia and an anti-gay cider mill, the fantasy of having a tryst with a hot farmer in a hayloft dominates my thinking at the moment.

Oh sure, I don't mean to suggest otherwise. That's a decision we all have to make. And yes, if you're a localvore in a coastal urban area you can probably get a pretty diverse diet from proper thinking farmers.

But that's not true for most people. Personally, so long as they aren't causing direct physical harm to others, I don't care what views are held by people I do business with. But everybody has their lines.

I like Dickens' cider. It's good cold, but there is nothing like a hot Dickens cider. ;)

Reading these two posts one after the other is pretty hysterical.
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Yep, I was amused at that too. But damn if I'm not daydreaming about a roll in the hay with Farmer Johnboy.

Confidential to Cricket and Spaceman
 

Trust me: ew.