Okay, so
- I was waiting at the bus stop at Hopedale Mall because I didn’t want to walk home with my groceries
- This dirty-looking fuck comes up and says something obnoxious to an older gentleman in the bus shelter, I wasn’t really listening but I think he was pretending to be mall security and was telling the guy he couldn’t smoke there
- Then he waves at me and gestures for me to take my headphones off, and for reasons beyond my understanding, I obliged
- Then he asks me, “Nice sideburns kid, do they come in male?”
- What
- I told him that didn’t really make a whole lot of sense and that he clearly hadn’t thought that through
- He muttered something that I’m pretty sure was some sort of epithet and then wandered off
- I mean come on dude
- Let’s just assume for a second that my sexuality and gender identity are actually at a state where a comment from you would significantly impact me
- I’m going to go ahead and take a guess that if you’re obnoxious enough to accost a bunch of strangers at a bus stop with your blazing ignorance, there’s a good chance you don’t know anyone who identifies as anything other than male with sideburns even remotely resembling mine
- I mean, in all my years of knowing transgender/non-binary people, I’ve never encountered anyone who identifies as anything other than male with sideburns even remotely resembling mine
- And of all things for you to attempt to insult my masculinity with, why would you go for sideburns
- Especially when I’m sitting at a bus stop in a bright green cardigan and skinny jeans with a leather messenger bag, four litres of homo milk and I’m quite obviously listening to Sara Bareilles
- I handed you opportunities to make an honest effort on a silver platter and you fucked that up
- How do you fuck that up
- How does your thought process even work
- How have you managed to make it to your age without stumbling into traffic
- This fucking town, I swear to god
(Source: badcgijosh, via thesulfurandthesea)
