Seriously? What's wrong with people?
There's a rant ahead - it shall have bad language. Skip this if you want.
So... it's 2009. You'd think people would be a bit more... understanding. A bit less hateful. But apparently not.
My girlfriend went out to her truck this morning and found the words KKK and DYKE etched into her windows.
Honestly, I don't even know what to think about it. It's been 2 hours since she told me and I've calmed down some. I've had time to process it, and wonder - was it something they did because they truly hate us? Or was it some punk kids messing around being assholes? I don't know...
Either way, though, it's still disturbing. I checked my car and there was nothing there. Perhaps they just didn't like the sticker on Tamara's truck that says "Legalize Gay Marriage" or maybe they thought the rainbow pride sticker was offensive somehow. Did they not like the big blue and yellow = sticker from the HRC? I doubt most would even know what that meant.
All I know is that some fucking bastard left a hateful message etched permanently into our truck. And there's not a damn thing we can do about it. Yeah, we can call the police and they'll send a cruiser out in an hour or two to take a statement which will get filed somewhere and the cops will tell us that if anything else happens, to let them know. Yeah, we can go and tell our apartment office manager and she'll be apologetic and "Oh So Sorry!".
But will it change anything? Will it find the person that did this, and ask them why? Not really. We'll still be left wondering who and why and will it happen again?
As I left for work some 10 minutes after I found out, I was steaming mad. I was furious. But I was also scared, because what's next? Can I expect some lovely signs left on my door? Will they send a rock through my window? Do I have to start worrying about when I take the trash out to the dumpster at night, if I might get jumped and beat?
And seriously, all this because of who I happen to have sex with. That's it. They know nothing of who I am, what I believe in, what I do, or where I'm from. I'm gay, so apparently that's all that matters.
I don't know. Right now, I'm just kinda... tired. Because this kind of thing? I'd expect it in the sticks - out in the middle of nowhere in some redneck town somewhere. But I live in fucking suburbia, surrounded by soccer moms and housewives driving BMW's and businessmen swinging their Lexus into the high-end Markets to pick up Dutch cheese and baguettes and fine wines. I live in one of the richest suburbs of Dallas, and still - STILL! - I find bigoted fucking assholes who decide to leave us a message - "We hate you."
So tonight, all I can do is go home, take a look at the truck to see if it can be fixed easily, and lock my doors and hope someone doesn't decide to chuck a flaming bottle through my window at 3 am for shits and giggles.
But... I do know that if I catch the little fucker who did it, they'll find out exactly what it means to be a big bad dyke right upside their head with my baseball bat.