I'll admit to feeling a bit self satisfied lately. Two years full time, things are going pretty good in general as some recent posts will attest. And I still am, it's just that days like today can really kick the stuffing out of you.
I had been on a bus, was vaguely aware of this guy off to the side a bit behind me looking at me. He got off at the stop I got off at, I do think it probably was his stop too so I don't think it was stalkery.
He was maybe in his mid thirties, a fair bit overweight but not obese, smart casual clothes. Nothing all that interesting or extraordinary.
Once in the street he comes up to me... here we go.
"Hello, I'm from Queensland (northern Australian state) I'm here on holiday (vacation)."
OK, so far, so good. I presume he might be going to ask me for directions or something. I half smile and say "hi". Then this from him...
"Can I ask, are you transsexual?"
Wow. In my whole two years I've never once been asked that by anyone let alone some jerk on the street.
My response? I looked him in the face and told him to "eff off"...the uncensored version.
He got flustered, "oh I'm sorry I didn't mean to..."
And I think I must have had murder in my eyes, I told to "eff off" again, even more forcefully this time. He turned tail and got his fat backside out of there.
Jerk.
Yeah I was angry and rude, but he was rude first.
I don't care why he was asking. I don't care if he was going to pay me a compliment. I don't care if he was going to tell me he was an "admirer". I don't care if he was going to tell me if he was an ally, or had a trans relative/friend, or even that he was trans too. No one I don't know gets to ask me that.
I actually felt quite calm afterwards, I wasn't shaking or emotional or furious, but wow it really did poop on my day and while I'll be OK I'm still obviously peeved by it. Fortunate I was on my way to see my counsellor and that formed the cherry on top of what I was wanting to talk about anyway.
Some people.