Heterophobic Bar

Some years ago, I went for an internship as an assistant lighting designer for my department heard for a performance in the Shakespeare festival in Stratford, Canada. Stratford, sure, it is an oh-my-god place, I met wonderful people in this small town/ city, and from this festival. The only thing you can see is all about the plays there, all these plays are perfectly well done. However, no matter it is during, before or after the Shakespeare festival, this little town is so quite. I basically worked everyday, not really, actually. I just sit behind John, my department head, making notes. I was so bored in this town. It is totally straight, except the backstage, of course. I was asking a stage manger in our backstage team, where we could find a bar in Stratford. “a gay bar in Stratford?! Boy, you gotta go to Toronto. There is hardly a trendy bar around here.” Said the stage manger. “You know I’m kinda heterophobic. I can’t get into those local bar and get a guy…” I said. “Heterophopic?! There is no such an adjective.haha. what do you mean by that?” “You know, if we could have homophobic, when those straight guys saying, they don’t want to hang around with gay people, why I can’t just get heterophobic which suits my situation. You know, I’m not very comforty with them neither. Might be not so serious like refuse them…just like I am not so comfortable with those sport bars filled with straight people throwing strange judgmental eye once I got in the bar.” I explained. “Ha-ha!! You are right! So, what exactly that heterophobia will affect?” “Well, basically, I can’t see straight thing, I want to bend them! Bend! Bend! Bend them all.”