My most recent experience of hostility was in my local supermarket, I had a group of young girls follow me around questioning my gender very loudly, when I entered the supermarket I was listening to my music but my batteries died & I didn't bother to take my headphones off, the girls kept crowding round me asking each other loudly "what is it, a man or woman?" & other vile stuff.
After a few minutes my patience ran out, I removed the headphones & informed them that my batteries had died & I heard every vile word they said, they instantly denied having said anything previously but launched into a tirade of abuse as I went about my shopping, one claimed to be on the phone top her mum so I held my hand out for the phone & asked to speak to her mum so I could inform her of this behaviour, the phone dissapeared into her pocket & I calmly informed her that she hadn't ended the call (the phone clearly wasn't on).
They then walked down the center of the store shouting that I was a "gaylord", "pervert", "peado" etc
I made a beeline for the security staff & asked that these girls be removed from the store & they were.
They then waited outside the store to continue the abuse when I left, I told them that their parents should teach them about manners & maybe their father should give them a clip around the ear, if they even knew who their father was, a complete stranger in his early 30's then joined in with a tirade of abuse becoming increasingly aggressive telling me that I should be ashamed of myself & deserved any abuuse I got for the way I dress.
After he had pushed me for the second time I told him that he should keep his nose out of other peoples lives & he asked me what I was going to do to stop him? He was ignoring anything I said & clearly wanted a fight so my response was to grab his nose tightly & slap my wrist hard, as the tears streamed down his face I informed him that my next move would result in the poolice being called & his nose being broken along with a few other bones whilst we waited for the police to arrive, his girlfriend then stepped in & dragged him to his car & they sped off.
Unfortunately my council flat is in a rough part of town, I normaly mange to talk my way out of situations but he was clearly winding himself up in preperation to fight so I decided to nip it in the bud, this time it worked but next time I may not be so lucky.
The group of girls trailed me three quarters of the way home shouting abuse, when I got home my last shred of self control abandoned me & I spent the next hour cuddling my dog crying.
I have returned to the store but only with my dog as a visual deterent against abuse & threats, my biggest fear however is that someone tries to get abusive even with Poopie there as he will protect me & could then be classed as a dangerous dog.
