Trevor Craig

His name was Marco.

And when I look back on it, I think of him kind of like a hyperbole.

He was six foot seven and 500 pounds and all muscle.

Really, he was like 6'3", kind of chubby, but it was a really nice guy.

And he was fine with me being out there and he didn't care that I was gay.

But the rest of the restaurant did.

In the kitchen,

We would have all kinds of issues where they would call people gay for doing something wrong.

They would drop the F word all the time.

And I would meekly kind of head out of the room and not say anything.

One day I was back there with my friend who worked there.

And she turned and said, you can't say that.

That's not okay.

How would you like it if he said, that's so white, or that's so Puerto Rican?

They would hate it.

And so they slowly but surely stopped using that word.

And I slowly but surely started screaming every time they said it.

I got violent about it.

I would throw things, throw a fit, and do everything else to get the attention I needed for them to stop doing it.

About two years into working there, people were starting to get on my side.