#southern hospitality

[somethingusefulfromflorida]

I hate correcting customers who call me ma'am and miss and honey over the phone, because only about 30 percent of the time do they apologize and start calling me sir, while 70 percent of the time they double down assuming I was trans and continue misgendering me on purpose to show how little respect they have for me as a human being. "Thank you, MISS."

I'm a cis man, for the record.

Whenever I correct someone and they keep it up, I simply refuse service. "Oh, I'm sorry, we're completeley booked up the day you wanted. Yeah, no, we're booked up on your backup dates too. Looks like our next opening isn't until, hmm, mid-November. Oh, but it doesn't have enough beds for your party. We could probably fit you in around New Years, but you'd have to change rooms every day. You might wanna try [more expensive motel] a few blocks north of us, they might have vacancies. Have a good day."

I've been able to dodge what few complaints we've gotten so far because they all tell my boss that they just spoke to a very nasty woman, and she has no idea who they're talking about. "You must have dialed the wrong number, because I'm the only woman here, and I didn't talk to you." That PISSES THEM OFF, and she doesn't understand why they respond with "well we've been staying there for years, but we're never coming back." They think she's protecting me, an afab trans man, and are disgusted by it, but from her perspective they're just crazy people who are complaining about made up bullshit; it doesn't even cross her mind that they're talking about me. Why would it?

My boss is like 70 or 75, and was a Republican until 2016. It's never come up in conversation, but something tells me she wouldn't exactly be a trans ally. I'm in a weird position here, and it's hilarious.

[daily-tf2-engineer]

213 anonymous

more southern hospitality

[kreidxpriz]

whip or tail? 

[crackt0berfest]

Southern Hospitality

underrated weapon methinks. its boring but its a decent sidegrade

[myoldboyfriends]

Joe Bradley

[kolyviahrosette]

I made a basic little charcuterie board for my husband, his sister, and her husband the other day! I'm not a pro by any means, but I wanted to put together a tasty assortment for everyone. The board included:

green grapes

beef summer sausage

gouda cheese

muenster cheese

pretzel crisps

pita crisps

55% raspberry dark chocolate

88% extra dark chocolate

It was fairly simple and cheap to assemble. We paired it with a light pink wine, and there was plenty of leftover cheese and meat to assemble some personal charcuterie snack plates throughout the week. I hope this can inspire other women to create something tasty for their loved ones. 🤍

[dhaaruni]

One of my primary takeaways from Southern Hospitality is how diverse the American South is, even on a soapy reality show level and more so than any other part of the country, like there are MUCH more interracial interpersonal relationships (platonic AND romantic) than in NYC for one

[treemaidengeek]

me T-minus 5 to 3 days before The Tricky In-Laws: cleaning & tidying with every spare spoon

me T-minus 2 days: I've done well. if they're gonna judge, they'll judge no matter what 😌

me T-minus 12 hrs: dusting endtables & comparing centerpieces at 5 AM

[brettdoesdiscourse]

I think people overlook southern kindness too much. Because the fact is, as bad of a reputation as the south gets, it's full of so many people willing to be ridiculously kind to strangers.

Like the 70 year old man who stopped and offered to help me pick eight dollars worth of change up after I dropped my bag in the middle of a Walmart. My mom who never lets anyone be hungry in her house and always sends them home with enough food to feed their family. The 20 something year old boys who inspected my sister's car to make sure it was okay to drive after she rear-ended them.

The middle-aged woman who stopped to see if me and my brother were okay when my car broke down then drove us to the auto shop and back so we wouldn't have to walk in the cold. The ten year old boys who offered to carry heavy bags out to ladies' cars for them. The people who always donate free food and books to our pantries, despite the fact we live in an impoverished city where they didn't have a lot either.

[midnightmindcave]

so i own a quilt made by my great-grandmother and 100% of everyone who has slept under it has dreamed about an evil old lady who tried to kill them or at the very least attacked them right before they woke up. it took four people telling me about this dream for me to realize that it is haunted by my granny clark. anyway appalachian folk don’t throw anything away so if you’re ever at my house for the night sorry about the scary blanket you’ll be terrified but you’ll be warm

[eataku]

Tempted by the banana pepper mustard…

Almost picked up the Horsey Sauce…

But Pop’s Double Dare Ya Hot Sauce was all that made it into our shopping cart from the condiment aisle yesterday.

[mysticmermaid108]

Cool little idea I had, I made characters based on Disciple Album Covers!

Here’s the originals:

(Will reblog with the rest)

[daily-tf2-engineer]

127 severeacrophobia

trucks n' van

[afrotumble]

[yourlocalswan]

a few weeks ago, i went to my first gay bar.

it was cowboy themed that night, it was muggy and hot outside like it always is down South. my friends & i drank cheap alcohol i bought from the gas station (what person in their early 20s can afford $16 cocktails ?? IN THIS ECONOMY!?!). i let my friend borrow my cowgirl hat—me and other friend didn’t know the theme, and she’d just so happened to already be in a country outfit.

when i walked up to the door, everyone was so nice. so incredibly nice, with choice-pricing and little rainbow paper bracelets to let me get more alcohol. inside, country music was playing, and pretty girls gathered around the free water station.

everywhere i looked, there were queer people. people like me and not like me. trans girls in little pieces of pleather. gay men talking loudly between dabs. lesbians covered in glitter smiling into their kisses. friends holding hands as they danced.

out on the back patio, my friends and friendly stranger shared a bowl and passed around cigarettes and compliments. i was tore up one side and down the other, but i couldn’t stop smiling. for the first time in a long time, i didn’t feel like i had to watch my back. i drunkenly inserted myself into a group’s conversation to congratulate someone on getting their PhD.

i didn’t care that my romper was riding up and my ass was showing. my body, for once, felt like my own as it popped out of my clothes in places. i saw the most beautiful women i’ve ever seen, and they’d smile at me, a little older, a bit more comfortable being gay. i’d blush and look away still, like i always do when i feel attracted to girls, but then i’d look back, and they’d smile again.

at the water station, a man complimented me. i returned the thought. after a moment of conversation, i realized he was flirting with me. he was interesting and respectful, but i felt something small inside shriveling.

i felt inside, Is nowhere sacred? must men always find me? where can i go where i won’t be robbed of the safety i felt when i first walked in? where can i go where men’s eyes won’t follow?

i dragged my friends into the bathroom, and after a few minutes, i felt better.

we met some more nice girls and danced. the dj encouraged us to keep the faith against fascism. everyone in the room staked a claim to our soil and soul, in true Southern fashion.

when we left, i felt light again, and my eyes returned to normal. they’d been wide and sparkling all night.

being queer in Florida is hard, but the community never fails. world, don’t forget us. america, don’t forsake us. God, help us.

[dhaaruni]

Her body her choice but if I were as beautiful as Mia from Southern Hospitality, I absolutely would not be getting a boob job lol