Let’s break this down, he saw me while I was:
- On rollerblades
- Wearing a rainbow tie dye hoodie
- Hair tied back stuck through my helmet
- Literally dancing while I do this
He chose to blow through a stop sign to catch up to me to tell me how much of a f-t he thought I was.
Uh…thanks for the affirmation I guess? I think it’s pretty clear what I’m up to over here. Glad to know I’m nailing the look I’m going for! I genuinely laughed when it happened and I’m at home now still laughing. Sure, that’s harmful language and it has absolutely caused me and others harm and will again, but in this context I just find it fucking hilarious.
Anyway fellow queers stay safe and stay queer out there don’t let them get you down
One time I had a guy stop his truck, pull over, and get out to yell “get a job hippie f*g” (I have very long hair) from across the street. Which was very funny because I was on my way to work and he was driving a spotless truck with a contractor decal on the side and I had a sneaking suspicion he was a small business tyrant so I flipped him off and yelled “yeah okay dude get a real job I’m on my way to work to sell your wife your dinner”
Dude got beet red and almost walked into traffic to come confront me. Kinda wish he tried.
“I’m on my way to work to sell your wife your dinner.”
That should be in a movie.
how much of a fat he thought I was
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Dude once cut through a parking lot and got out of his car to call me gay slurs and shove me, all cause I cussed when he nearly hit me while I was walking home from school. I did get a chuckle cause I’m sure that was the first time he stepped out of his car for anything other than walking to his porch or crossing a parking lot. Absolute cager.
I got called the transphobic slur like seven years ago before I identified as nb and it felt really bad. Made me hate myself for a while.
I got called the slur again while out on my bike a few weeks ago and pleasantly waved. It was some Karen style woman in a giant assault style SUV. I have a giant trans flag sticker on my bike and a dangly nb keychain. Also I’m wearing doc martens. Like yeah lady, I’m the neighborhood tr—ie, no shit lmao
I’m glad to know other people have this same feeling I had. Like a kind of “yeah duh.”
Gay the pray away!
