This was supposed to me my NICE day.
Jun. 16th, 2005 06:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
starzkiGrrrrrr...
"There is a reason I moved to a gay neighborhood, asshole.
It was so that I didn't have to put up with lewd comments and hand gestures like the ones you just gave me. Grow the fuck up.
Yes, I know my shorts are a little short. They're running shorts. It's hot and guess what? I'm running, or will be once this stupid light changes.
As if I would interrupt my run and jump on your head screaming 'Pleasure me, you manly man, you,' because of the rude things you said. I much prefer men who are secure, comfortable, and accepting in their sexuality than the jackoff homophobes who come here, feel their sexuality threatened, and decide the best way to remedy that feeling is to be obscene with the next female who crosses their path. I can see straight through your veiled attempt to feel better than someone else by offering a 'compliment' that's more of a threat.
Believe or not, there are men who have come up to me (yes, even during a run) and told me they thought I was pretty in a way that didn't make me feel like I needed to take a shower. It can be done.
This neighborhood makes it a lot easier to pick out the assholes like you because all of the nice, beautiful, gay boys either ignore me or are polite to me, which is all I want.
Now, go sit your idiot ass down on the curb and wait for the next bus that will take you out of my neighborhood. You're not welcome here until you learn to behave yourself in public."
"Huh?" (Then I pretended I had imagined the whole thing until the light changed and I could run away.)
I'll just chalk it all up as fuel to the flames of my radical feminism. Stupid boys can ruin my day faster than anything else.
"There is a reason I moved to a gay neighborhood, asshole.
It was so that I didn't have to put up with lewd comments and hand gestures like the ones you just gave me. Grow the fuck up.
Yes, I know my shorts are a little short. They're running shorts. It's hot and guess what? I'm running, or will be once this stupid light changes.
As if I would interrupt my run and jump on your head screaming 'Pleasure me, you manly man, you,' because of the rude things you said. I much prefer men who are secure, comfortable, and accepting in their sexuality than the jackoff homophobes who come here, feel their sexuality threatened, and decide the best way to remedy that feeling is to be obscene with the next female who crosses their path. I can see straight through your veiled attempt to feel better than someone else by offering a 'compliment' that's more of a threat.
Believe or not, there are men who have come up to me (yes, even during a run) and told me they thought I was pretty in a way that didn't make me feel like I needed to take a shower. It can be done.
This neighborhood makes it a lot easier to pick out the assholes like you because all of the nice, beautiful, gay boys either ignore me or are polite to me, which is all I want.
Now, go sit your idiot ass down on the curb and wait for the next bus that will take you out of my neighborhood. You're not welcome here until you learn to behave yourself in public."
"Huh?" (Then I pretended I had imagined the whole thing until the light changed and I could run away.)
I'll just chalk it all up as fuel to the flames of my radical feminism. Stupid boys can ruin my day faster than anything else.
