Saturday, April 16, 2011

On fscktards!

Hey all,

While I would like to talk to you about the the other week-end I spent with my girlfriend in which we decided to go to Ikea as Girlfriend and Girlfriend. There's something else I want to talk about.

Since I've started dressing up and going into public in 2006, I've never encountered any problems. The worst I had encountered was the heckling of a couple of people a year or so ago in the metro. They didn't do anything because I didn't pay much attention to them. ( Actually that's not accurate. I didn't want to pay them attention. ) Apparently being a transvestite with a bright pink leather coat will do that. What helped is that I had a book and focused my attention on that so that the heckling would sound like the teachers in Peanuts cartoons. But all in all, I think I managed that incident pretty well.

Fast forward to 2011, last Thursday where I get ready to go meet J and a friend for supper downtown. I finish my routine of showering, do hair and make up and I get out the door. I go to the bus stop near our house. Well actually, we live between two bus stops of the same line, so one is not necessarily closer to the other. One just feels closer. Now to get there, I walk past this place that J and I suspect is a drug house. This young teenager of arabian nationality was sitting on the stoop. He asked me a question regarding if I was either a man or a woman. I answered him, and I don't know why I do this with people when they ask me this question, to guess. Now that kinda got him excited, and not in a good way, and he called out two of his friends that were in the house. At first I was like: 'Ok whatever, show and tell time.' And I was concentrating on looking for the time of the next bus passage. Then I felt them gathering around me and I went: 'Oh oh!' And basically I was right because one of them, probably the most insecure in his masculinity, said something that sounded like 'rushing magnet'. ( Ok ok. He said fscking faggot. But actually in french. So it was more like 'Stie d'tapette'. ) At that point I decided it was not safe to stand there and walked back to the other bus stop. They yelled something again which I can't remember to which I answered with the honor finger.

I thought I was safe. But I turned around to look and they were following me. I'll tell you this now, I was fracking scared.

Now here's a dilemma that I'm facing. I don't know the law to well and most of what I could write here I've already wrote in a complaint to the cops. In fact the beginning of the story I've already wrote in the complaint as well. So I don't know if I continue writing about it, it will hinder my case in any way. I'll make you a deal. Let's wait a couple of months and I'll tell you about it. ( Chances are that it will never pan out and that the investigation will lead to a dead end. ) Suffice it to say that it wasn't pretty even though it wasn't too serious but it's still the basis of the complaint and it's apparently treated as a minor hate crime. It ended when I decided to stand my ground and told them that I didn't want them to follow me anymore. But I tell you this, even if I did puff my chest at that moment, I was fracking scared.

Thoughts of going into neighboring businesses had crossed my mind, but I didn't want to be a bother to them. ( That is a way of thinking I have to get rid of A.S.A.P. ) But in any case, I thank my lucky stars, cause I must have more then one, that it didn't get to serious. But even so, they've left a little fear in me that I don't want. Cause this happened at around 7h30 in the evening. Mind you, these kids were probably the most insecure bunch of fscktards the world as ever bored. Seriously, they were three against one solitary transvestite. If their goal was to install fear in me, then i would say they've succeeded. If their goal was to install so much fear in me that I won't go out anymore. Then they can kiss my tranny ass.

When this happened, one of them asked me: 'Aren't you ashamed of what you are doing?' and I answered him: 'No I'm not ashamed!'. God was also mentioned in this. The traditional: 'God made you a man so why do you want to become this?'. I didn't go into any spiel because I knew it would fall on deaf ears. They were just a bunch of monkeys trying to put words together to sound intelligent.

If for some odd reason they would read this blog, and I know that's not gonna happen because they seem to speak only french, I would say to them: 'Lighten the fsck up!'. The only reason why you guys did this is because you're insecure in your own masculinity. Some of you probably already fantasized of sucking a cock, or getting it from behind. But what you don't understand is that doesn't make you any less of a man. Accepting who you are the way you are makes you a man. So by definition, I'm more of a man then you guys will ever be. And I've probably had more sex with girls then you guys will ever have in your lifetime if you continue being fscktards. ( Having sex with the same partner multiple times counts as different times in my book. ^-^ )

My hope is that one day, everyone will be accepted, no I'll go with tolerated. Asking to be accepted might be too much for some people. So my hope is that one day, everyone will be tolerated the way they are. Perhaps when that day comes, we'll be able to work on accepting each other.

Until then, this is me signing off.

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