Been called "marica" (->-bleeped-<-) for the first time. on the street. An twice, in case I did not hear it the first time. After that, I made my shopping as fast as I could and ran home, without any confidence. I was practically heating everything after that, from something that sounded like "has a dick" to "FEA!" (which happened to be a mother playing with a baby). I got a lettuce and went home as fast as I could.
Basically, I knew that this was going to happen and in that direct place. In the only way I have to walk by every day, there's is a adjacent street with a gipsy families building, and where this king of social trash come to the main street. This time they were two sort of "cani" guys, between 17-19, my book definition of post-adolescent trash. Three months ago I entered that area accidentally when I started living here, I was called something about my hair and they tried to sell me drugs or something. And I walked away as fast as I could.
I wanted to stay in girl mode for the rest of the weekend, but I'm am even afraid of going out now.