Walking from Marie’s to the ATM tonight, I heard a lady behind me say, “But if you’re threatened…” and a guy behind me explode, “LIKE I COULD EVER BE THREATENED BY ONE OF THEM.”
I turned around. Of course I turned around. And when they saw me turn around, they laughed. Having apparently agreed—this man and his douche-wife—that “ONE OF US” was so far beyond the pale of what was psychosexually problematic as to warrant only a giggle, they were safe.
Next time, they’d better watch the fuck out.
Because next time? I’m hitting someone.
Next time I want to show this douchebag exactly how threatened he should feel. Next time I want some gay-ass blows to rain down upon his ignorant little head. Next time I’m going to beat the shit out of him, so that the next time he wanders through a gay neighborhood he’ll give pause.
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