Thread: Dancing With Myself, and other things I shouldn't do...

I am not your senorita. I am not from your tribe. In the garden I did no crime... Ohh hiddenvet, it doesn't work like that. You can't give a compliment after dodging one yourself. Sometimes the best thing to do when you get those hard to handle little compliments, is just smile and receive it, even if you don't believe it. Just...fyi. But I thank you for your offers of friendship and wonderful presence as a roleplaying partner. Every reply makes me giddy. On a more personal note, I got gay bashed today. Which, kinda makes me laugh on one hand, and seriously annoyed on the other. See, there are two reasons why it made me laugh. The first being, ever since I was on the cusp of puberty, around 13, I knew I was different. I was what I like to call extreme tomboy. Other girls were starting to talk about boys and shaving their legs yes, at thirteen. Times are different now. It disgusts me too and I was hanging out with the guys and talking about who could fart the loudest. I never really put so much into being girly I just didn't care. Then around 14 I started to wear makeup and all that bullshit, but even then, I didn't really look like a girl. I still shopped in the guys section of the store, I still talked about passing gas, and I had a strange obsessionlove of Natalie Portman that allowed me to talk about masturbation and sex a lot easier with guys than girls. Point is, I always looked like an unfortunate girl who inherited her brother's hand-me-downs. Which, although that's true. My older sister was able to pull it off and not poke herself in the eye with mascara. However, I was apparently wearing the right attire to look like a gay male. And lo and behold, I'm there with my little brother Potato and have this spoken to me, Hey, faggot, get the hell out of my way. You ever get that feeling that both makes you feel elated and really pissed off? That was me. The one time I pass for a guy, I get gay bashed, and in front of my little six year old brother. Needless to say I wanted to beat the shit out of this guy, but I continued on my way, getting my brother to the picknick table we hang out at and had a nice, wonderful lunch. The second thing that both made me laugh, and pissed me off, was the fact that during my lunch, my little brother looks up at me and asks Sissy, what's faggot mean? Talk about tough questions. So I of course answer with the truth. It's a bad word you shouldn't say that hurts a lot of people's feelings. People who use that word aren't very nice people. Now eat your sandwich. It bothers me that people use this type of language in this day and age. I will give this asshole credit though, he didn't say it maliciously as much as a joke, or alternative please excuse me, so maybe this doesn't count as gay-bashing. Certainly not like what I experienced in middle and high school But why, at a public park, in front of a child, do you say something like that? Most intelligent, rational, polite people don't use the n word any longer, but apparently faggot is fair game? Of course, there are hateful slurs for everything, every ethnicity, sexual orientation, gender, etc, but I don't understand why someone would choose to use them in front of children. Being an asshole in front of adults is one thing. Being an asshole in front of a child is a special form of asshole. I don't know, but that's what is going through my head today. Potato and I had fun though. After lunch, we played on the swings and battled some monsters, then we got out the bubbles and danced around in the sunshine. He had fun, and I got the sunburns to prove it. ...If you want inside her well, boy you better make her raspberry swirl. Tori Amos, Raspberry Swirl