Homophobic Idiots on the Bus.
So, I was on the bus yesterday. It was very crowded, and I had a lot of things to carry (groceries, etc). Luckily, there was one seat available; it was conveniently located just behind the driver. I sat down.
There was a woman in the seat next to me, having a conversation with the man across from her. The woman did all the talking, while the man nodded in passionate agreement.
The woman said things like: "My cousin tries to hug me, and I just scream and tell her not to touch me. I don't want perverts touching me. I can't forgive her; it's just wrong. And she's hurting her children."
I was wondering what sort of deviant cousin this woman had, when the woman continued...
"She's teaching her daughter to want women, and she's teaching her son to want men. Those gays want to make everyone gay like them, and it's wrong. I hate knowing I have a pervert in my family."
It took all my self-control not to tear the woman's head off.
Instead, I rolled my eyes and got up. I had to stand up, struggling to hold on, because there were no other seats. But I couldn't stand sitting next to that woman.
In retrospect, I wish I had interrupted her to tell her that I am bisexual. Then, she probably would have moved, in order to prevent my deviant bisexuality from infecting her.
I can't believe people really think like that. It makes me nauseated.
There was a woman in the seat next to me, having a conversation with the man across from her. The woman did all the talking, while the man nodded in passionate agreement.
The woman said things like: "My cousin tries to hug me, and I just scream and tell her not to touch me. I don't want perverts touching me. I can't forgive her; it's just wrong. And she's hurting her children."
I was wondering what sort of deviant cousin this woman had, when the woman continued...
"She's teaching her daughter to want women, and she's teaching her son to want men. Those gays want to make everyone gay like them, and it's wrong. I hate knowing I have a pervert in my family."
It took all my self-control not to tear the woman's head off.
Instead, I rolled my eyes and got up. I had to stand up, struggling to hold on, because there were no other seats. But I couldn't stand sitting next to that woman.
In retrospect, I wish I had interrupted her to tell her that I am bisexual. Then, she probably would have moved, in order to prevent my deviant bisexuality from infecting her.
I can't believe people really think like that. It makes me nauseated.