So... i got called a faggot today
So I was minding my business, sitting on the bench waiting for my bus at the bus station. avarice017 was sending me previews of her doujinshi works so I was giggling at the pictures when I hear some woman yell at the man and leave. They're arguing but whatever, it happens. They were both similar of age so I thought they were couples arguing over bus routes, since I see it all the time here in old town.
So the woman gets up and leaves, and I am just thinking she'll come back with a map but the man calls out, "You sir. Good morning."
I look to my right. the next bench has a woman with a crutch, and a really elderly man. So I thought he's talking to him so i go back to my phone.
"What, no speak Englesh? You on your damn computer?" What my phone is a computer? It was then when I realized he's talking to me since I'm not 'white.' (do i look spanish to you?)
Anyways I look at him. He's muscular man even with grey hairs. He look sharp, got headphones on, wife-beater which definetly showed he works out, (again muscular arms) and I didn't smell any alcohol. Since he was listening to some music, I yell out, "I'm not sir. I'm a girl." I mean, no one ever mistook me for a guy before.
His eyes narrows and he barks out, "You faggot!" And I'm quite startled. I actually look down at my clothes. I've been sick with the monthly so I tend to dress in my fav clothes to feel better. I'm wearing my favorite blue jeans, a blue button down so I still look like i'm at work, and my favorite army green jacket I bought in NYC with kikoayumi. I guess the button down could cover my boobs.... so I can look like a young boy, but my hair was too long to be a guy's cut, perhaps a bit on the shorter side for a woman's cut. I still thought I looked more girly than a boy but the guys towers over me, and he's cursing at me, spewing me nasty things, something about I suck at work (what?) and I'm damned and need to go back where I came from.
Normally I'd yell I'm an American, but around me, there's no one but a woman on crutches, and a really elderly old man on the other side of the bench. No one else. If he punches me and starts beating me, 1) i'd lose 2) no one will help. I get up as he curses, and walk over and sits on the other bench. He's still glaring at me. Then another guy, black, sweet looking (like all smiles, having a good day) sits next to him. And this guy goes on about 'them iphones and latest technology...' then starts cursing me out again.
At this point I'm thinking, if i get on the bus, he'd follow me. Considering the local news talked about a woman getting beaten to death on a bus before... and I don't see why I should get into a losing fight. So I get up and just walk the mile to get to my work place instead of taking the bus.
It was hot but i think it cooled my head. I'm still a bit startled that I was called a faggot, and it felt... weird, for the lack of better word. I never thought I'd be called that in my life considering... well,.... i'm not gay? Not really anyway.
And being judged by my appearance of being asian is one thing (that I'm used to) but being fag is another. (THAT i'm NOT used to)
Well I walked to work, late 40 minutes. I'm okay now since the walk did help a lot, so no worries. It was just... a bad way to start your morning I suppose. I should be fine as the day moves on.