LGTBT on S.F. Sour

       LGTBT on S.F. Sour

          I have aesthetic objections to the acronym LGBT for lesbian-gay-bi-trans. Very ugly and impersonal. I recommend, in its place, “gender minorities”.

I decided to satirize that bureaucratic acronym; so my daughter and I went grocery shopping for these items:

Lettuce

Garlic

Turkey Bacon

Tomatoes

S.F. sourdough bread.

Once home we made sandwiches from these ingredients. Thus we had some LGTBTs on S.F. Sourdough.

It was turkey bacon because my religion tells me not to eat pig, and my wife tells me not to eat mammal; and I would argue with Yahweh, or Sherri, each one alone, but please, not both together.

A pork-eater may have an LGBT, which is just an LBT with a clove of garlic chopped in.

          Well, it was delicious. The garlic clove gave it tang. (Our grey cat Katniss approached me while I ate, fascinated; I blew at her and she ran away.) Very filling; I had to nap afterwards.

          A success. Some turkey bacon remains, so we’ll make some more LGTBTs later. If by then we have quinoia and avocado, we could make some LGTBTQAs. (one T = Transvestite, Q = Queer, A = Asexual; and these too are ‘gender minorities’.)

          You are what you eat; and even though I am not a lettuce, nor a garlic, nor turkey bacon, nor a tomato, nor quinoia, nor am I avocado, still I am a sour San Franciscan, so it’s fitting for me to eat it.