Unsafe new York: Part Thirty Three

BITCH, MOVE OVER OR: I HATE GAYS ANF FAGS AND ALL
I was getting on my highly beloved "L" train when I felt my intestines about to burst out of my belly: abe stocky and rather strong Hispanic man was pressing from the front, leaning backwards onto me. I pushed back to prevent from being squeeshed. It was not even that busy, but the guy just had to make sure he was getting in before eveyone else. And he did. he even found a sit to sit on. As I rubbed my wounded tummy and neck, I looked at the guy who was pushing so hard for a sit. He now comfortably sat down and started staring at me. he nodded his head in a dissaproval as I robbed my neck for the presence of his elbow on it. he gave me a rather nasty look. My testosterone shot up and I asked: why, Sir, pray tell me, did you have to whack me in the face with your elbow? The guy made big, round eyes at me and said: you pushed me! I swallowed my tongue: yes, I did, but you started and I had no choice but to push you in order to save my intestines! The argument variety was: post facto ergo propter facto. I run by the guy the order of the facts and got the following response: I pushed hims first. The guy was adamant and refused to recognize his error! What would I do! I explained that things happen in order, and he was pushing me to get in first and to get to a sit. Suprisingly, the guy blushed deeply, to the roots and retorted the following: I was touching him to get a feel of a man. I finally wanted to feel what a man felt like. It was my turn to get suprised: indeed? A smelly, middle aged Hispanic (it is a known fact that I fuck only White men or Asian) guy, not smelly because he was a Hispanic but for whatever reason. Fat, with love handles, and a face no sister would ever sit on, I wanted to touch HIM??!! He, enjoying my confusion and shame added: time to go with men. I even had no hair to cover myself with! I looked at him: what was he insinuating and why did he have to go that far before acknowledging the fact that he wacked someone smaller real hard for what? For a fucking sit? I don't think he was even hoping for that. Just for the "right" to get in...first into the car train doors! God. So, the guy continued..I interrupted: although not lesbian, I am a part of LGBT and an afront to one is an afront to all. I said: what do you have agaisnt gays? Confronted thusly, the guy looked at me. For a few seconds he was silent. Using that opportunity, I said to him: do you have a problem with LGBT or our community? The guy looked me straight in the eye. I saw hatred. And then he said: I don't like gays. I said: to discriminate against us (what the heck, I"ll take the position to defend it) is to violate Human Rights Provision, Title 8 of the Administrative Code of the New York City. Guy's jaw dropped but he picked it up rather quickly. He deviously smiled. "I don't give a fuck" he said ver yloudly and clearly to a silent train. Encouraged by their silence, his voice gained strength: "I hate gays, do you hear me? I hate them gays!" He shouted out and the train giggled. The woman across the sit, a blond made-up woman with her boyfriend looked at me and laughed hard. I lowered my head. Right now, at this moment, in my hands was the honor and dignity of my community. I looked up at the guy and said: so, you acknowledg having problems with LGBT? And you also acknowledge hating gays and lesbians? And you do not give a fuck that to discrimanate against us and make our lives diffucult is in direct violation of the Human Rights Provision? The guy nodded "yes" to all that. He smiled smuggly. "Go home to your girlfriend" he said, waving his hand at me, dissmissing me. The train laughed. Some people came up closer to see the drama unfolding in front of their eyes. I was blushing and biting my lip. If! I was so straight. How could I explain what it meant feeling like a boy, being a boy and liking boys but having a girl's body and getting bashed for that even worse! It was so embarassing. A stop was coming up. I wanted to escape and get some fresh air. I felt the blood rushing to my had. I have never had a physical fight before and did not want to get arrested by wacking the mother fucker in the face. And I could. He was sitting down, smug and unaware of me or my strength. I could have wacked him and taken the consequences. And I was loosing it. He, meanwhile, continued to expiate on how he hates them lesbians but I should go home stay with my imaginary girlfriend. The train was roaring with laughter. I got out at that stop but before, I turned around and said to all: you've just witnessed a violation of the Human Rights. You've just witnessed this man openly admitting to hating gay and lesbian people, to all of you here. Farewell.