I thought I'd reply here instead of making a new thread.... I appologise in this thread if my language is too foul....
Today I was in Glasgow to meet somebody about employment, I was wearing girls jeans with a nice pink belt as well as a pink tshirt, my hair is shoulder length and wavy, I wasn't wearing any makeup tho; I had time to kill so I went into this nice little restaurant/bar establishment and had a nice lunch.
Afterward, I wanted to go to the restroom, so I go into the mens room (I dont think my face passes for a girl enough, so I just go into the gents to save the hassle from going into the girls room) and unfortunately for me there was this burly thugish skin-headed football (soccer, if you're american) lout with a couple of his friends.. I just quietly walked over to the cubicle without disturbing them but I hear the disgusting troglodyte say to me "Excuse me miss, you're in the wrang toilets" (scottish hoodlums cannot pronounce the word "wrong" correctly) so I ignored him since I was well used to this sort of thing.
While the barbaric degenerate kept pestering me with increasing joy, his friend was there next to him analysing my appearence in thorough detail to determine whether I was a girl or a boy, while his friend was still informing me that I had entered the wrong bathrooms. I can see this being a good thing in a way, I must pass better than I think I do, I must be very feminine in appearence.. However, let me continue..
After about 10 or 20 seconds (which seems like hours when youre being grilled) his friend managed to solve the mystery surrounding my gender and said "It's a guy, lets go" however the crude savage ruffian continued his interogation with sadistic glee, jeering and laughing making a game out of insulting me, he didn't want to leave. I finally made it to a cubicle and locked the door, my heart was racing, I've never been so harassed before.. And the boorish grunt was there at the door shouting and mocking me with renewed vigor now that I had disappeared.. Eventually his friend got him to leave..
Eventually I left the building and the imbecilic clod and his friend was there drowning their minimum wages in beer while smoking and generally loitering about the bar, his friend saw me and said "alright mate?" quietly but I just left, confidence dashed and insulted..

However I was glad that things turned out the way they did.. I'm glad I didn't hit him, for I could've come home with injuries today or worse..
Learning a martial art doesn't mean you should fight people.. Even if I could've ripped that simpleton's iron head off, I wouldn't have fought him unless he were to strike me first..