Tonight I was standing a block away from the center, talking to a couple of guys from my men's group, when two tall, scary-looking dudes sauntered past. Everything about them screamed "predators!" to me: clothes, body language, walk, facial expressions. I think they were looking for an easy mark. They walked up the street I was planning to take on my way home.
A minute later, my friends and I went our separate ways, and I started walking home. Slowly. I didn't want to pass the scary-looking guys. I thought about taking off my rainbow bracelet, just in case. Then I decided to keep it on, f*** them. And maybe I was being an alarmist?
I crossed to the other side of the street and continued on to the street where I would normally take a right turn into a neighborhood that isn't well lit for a block or two. I was nearly there when I realized that the would-be predators were crossing to my side of the street. As they came up the crosswalk, they started to fan out, as if to trap me. There was no way I was going into the dark neighborhood when I didn't know what those guys were going to do, so I decided to go straight. I knew that if I stopped for the crossing signal, the guys would catch up to me. So I sped up a little, adopted a bit more swagger, and crossed the street against the signal, something I rarely do.
They were behind me for a few blocks, but I was passing businesses now. A market, a hookah parlor, stuff like that. I finally turned onto a major street where there were quite a few open businesses. As I turned the corner, I snuck a look back and didn't see the guys. So I took the long way home and made it safely. I don't often get the alarm bells in my head, but I did tonight. I think those guys were looking for trouble, and I think I barely escaped it.
Two things: there was a woman walking alone a bit ahead of me. As she turned into the market parking lot, I wanted to warn her not to walk around at night by herself. Then I thought how silly it would sound...a strange guy walking up to a woman at night and telling her she should be careful? Riiight. She's a woman. She already knows.
And for a minute or two as I walked behind the scary guys, I was only worried that they would know I was gay and beat me up for it. For that brief period, I completely forgot I was trans.