I got on the bus today and this man was there

He became physically angry about my outfit

I think he thought I was a trans woman

Good, you insufferable dirt creature.

He was gesturing like he wanted to hit me

Like I said physically angry

He either said he wanted to murder me or for someone to murder him

Either way

Over my outfit and the possibility that I’m trans

I am trans I just get misidentified as a trans woman and it’s a laugh

I felt incredibly unsafe

And bewildered

Over my outfit? You want to hit me?

He mumbled that I was dressed like I was 8

You may recall that being the fucking goal

Good. I want to look like a child dressed me

They have better fashion sense than any grown adult does that’s for fucking sure

I came away with this odd sense of validation and terror

My gender fuckery made the dirt creature think I am a trans woman (a compliment by the fucking way) and you think I’m dressed like a child

Like mission fucking accomplished but he also wanted to kill me

I’m pretty damn sure he wanted to kill me

Can I say I’m scared now?

This world is scaring me.

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