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Today I was called a faggot.

I got on the bus, paid my fare, walked to near the back and sat down. Two seats behind me in the very last seat was a man that I hadn’t noticed when I came on the bus. But I could hear him start up a rant behind me. He had seen my rainbow tags hanging from my bag, because he started saying things like how everything was fucked because of the gays and men wanting to be women. He wasn’t loud, but I caught the drift as certain words were hard to ignore like “faggot” and “homos.” Suddenly he was standing right beside me. I didn’t look up or acknowledge him, all I could see was a clenched fist holding a rolled up magazine. He says to me, “Whatcha looking at faggot? You’re scared aren’t ya?” He flinched as if to hit me. I was terrified and trapped in my seat. He had me pinned in, one wrong move and I was getting hit.

(This is where I take a break from writing about this as I have burst into tears, while thinking about it.)

The bus stopped and he got off, guess he decided beating me up wasn’t worth it if he missed his stop.

It scared the fuck out of me. I was trapped in my seat, I could not even stand up because of him hovering over me. I knew how close I was to being beaten, that man was full of anger and I was his target.

I am so fucking tired of this.

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Link:

https://nordot.app/1146202050672018357?c=592622757532812385

Quote, if you weren't inclined to click:

"Neither her breasts nor any other woman's breasts have ever tried to take over a plane," she said.

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