Unregistered
June 17th, 2005, 12:29 AM
You are a fuckin' asshole!
So, here I am...a 36 year old chick with a big beautiful six month pregnant belly, strolling my two year old daughter to the new Ballard library on Wednesday, June 15th. We're crossing 20th, in front of you, to get to the other side of 57th. You're a guy...didn't see what you looked like (thank goodness)...in a beat-up white 1970's van with a bunch of tree branches on top of it. As you passed us, you loudly yelled "dyke" at me in a derogatory tone. I couldn't fuckin' believe it! I'm guessing it was the lack of my hair that made you assume that you knew about my sexual orientation. Why you had the urge and follow-through to yell it out like it was some kind of contestant's answer on a game show is beyond me. At first, I laughed. In fact, I laughed hysterically. Out loud...and then I continued on my merry way. Then, being pregnant...or maybe just human, my laughter quickly turned into tears. All of me wanted to chase your fuckin' pathetic rude ass down and inform you that your perception was wrong. Though I am bi-sexual...and could very well be in a relationship of one kind or another with a woman...and really wouldn't mind being called a dyke if it was meant in the nice way, I have been monogamously married to a man for 3 1/2 years and I am obviously a breeder. The reason I have a shaved bald head is not because I like licking pussy (though I do), it's because I am undergoing chemo-therapy to fight my breast cancer, you fucker! Gawd, I hope you read this and feel stupid. It really saddens me deeply that there are people in the world like you. Oh, by the way, I actually enjoy not having hair. I've felt a huge sense of freedom and I've continued to feel as femmie as ever. It's been a very interesting experience, for sure, and I may just shave my hair once it grows back...who knows?
What I do know is that I hope you get prostate cancer, you asshole!
So, here I am...a 36 year old chick with a big beautiful six month pregnant belly, strolling my two year old daughter to the new Ballard library on Wednesday, June 15th. We're crossing 20th, in front of you, to get to the other side of 57th. You're a guy...didn't see what you looked like (thank goodness)...in a beat-up white 1970's van with a bunch of tree branches on top of it. As you passed us, you loudly yelled "dyke" at me in a derogatory tone. I couldn't fuckin' believe it! I'm guessing it was the lack of my hair that made you assume that you knew about my sexual orientation. Why you had the urge and follow-through to yell it out like it was some kind of contestant's answer on a game show is beyond me. At first, I laughed. In fact, I laughed hysterically. Out loud...and then I continued on my merry way. Then, being pregnant...or maybe just human, my laughter quickly turned into tears. All of me wanted to chase your fuckin' pathetic rude ass down and inform you that your perception was wrong. Though I am bi-sexual...and could very well be in a relationship of one kind or another with a woman...and really wouldn't mind being called a dyke if it was meant in the nice way, I have been monogamously married to a man for 3 1/2 years and I am obviously a breeder. The reason I have a shaved bald head is not because I like licking pussy (though I do), it's because I am undergoing chemo-therapy to fight my breast cancer, you fucker! Gawd, I hope you read this and feel stupid. It really saddens me deeply that there are people in the world like you. Oh, by the way, I actually enjoy not having hair. I've felt a huge sense of freedom and I've continued to feel as femmie as ever. It's been a very interesting experience, for sure, and I may just shave my hair once it grows back...who knows?
What I do know is that I hope you get prostate cancer, you asshole!