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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