4th of July. I dealt with some bull->-bleeped-<- from the police earlier that day. I was already riled up. I went skating at the park by the Art Museum. It was fun. The parkway was shut down due to July 4th concerts. A bunch of people really wanted to see some band called Nicky Minaj. Carrying my board in one hand and a cooler in the other (with a broken wrist), I had to make a long, round-about way to the park.
I got there and skated. Fun! I'm totally passing as a girl more and more lately, but not all the time. Lots of skating and fun with friends. I got hit on by a straight guy. Always flattering.
The sun went down and I left. This time I had to take an even more round-about way back to my car. As I walked up 22nd Street, I passed some douchebag who shouted to me, "Hey bro!"
I turned around and yelled, "I'm not bro, ->-bleeped-<-!" His friends let out an, "Ooooooh!"
A few blocks up, I almost got run over by a bike cop. I hate cops. A few more blocks, and I somehow ran into the jerkoff again!
"Hey, ->-bleeped-<-," he says to me.
I turned around and looked at him, puzzled. I didn't understand. Then I remembered. I yelled at him. He was drunk and holding a beer. I don't remember exactly what I said, but he said back to me, "You're definitely a man."
Then I flat-out screamed in his face. I threw my cooler and my skateboard on the ground and just screamed and screamed at him. I remember yelling, "I've had enough of peoples' ->-bleeped-<- for one day!" I called the guy a drunk piece of ->-bleeped-<-. Can we cuss on here? I called him a bigot and a transphobe. I really belittled him. I had the fire.
The guy totally shrunk back and uttered a tiny, scared, "I'm sorry." I didn't care. I wasn't done with him. I told him to shut up. I made him feel two inches small. I don't remember exactly what I said, but it ended with, "Go back to the suburbs!"
I picked up my things and left. At that point, two black girls across the street took over for me and told him, "Yeah! Go back to the suburbs!"
When I get pushed to the edge, sometimes something inside of me takes over, and it's not a vibrator (har har). Something primal overcomes me, and I make things happen. I've done this throughout my life, with incredible results. I guess it's a gift.