This is a Ruse

joshishollywood:

Okay, so
I was waiting at the bus stop at Hopedale Mall because I didn’t want to walk home with my groceries
This dirty-looking fuck comes up and says something obnoxious to an older gentleman in the bus shelter, I wasn’t really listening but I think he was pretending to be mall security and was telling the guy he couldn’t smoke there
Then he waves at me and gestures for me to take my headphones off, and for reasons beyond my understanding, I obliged
Then he asks me, “Nice sideburns kid, do they come in male?”
What
I told him that didn’t really make a whole lot of sense and that he clearly hadn’t thought that through
He muttered something that I’m pretty sure was some sort of epithet and then wandered off
I mean come on dude
Let’s just assume for a second that my sexuality and gender identity are actually at a state where a comment from you would significantly impact me
I’m going to go ahead and take a guess that if you’re obnoxious enough to accost a bunch of strangers at a bus stop with your blazing ignorance, there’s a good chance you don’t know anyone who identifies as anything other than male with sideburns even remotely resembling mine
I mean, in all my years of knowing transgender/non-binary people, I’ve never encountered anyone who identifies as anything other than male with sideburns even remotely resembling mine
And of all things for you to attempt to insult my masculinity with, why would you go for sideburns
Especially when I’m sitting at a bus stop in a bright green cardigan and skinny jeans with a leather messenger bag, four litres of homo milk and I’m quite obviously listening to Sara Bareilles
I handed you opportunities to make an honest effort on a silver platter and you fucked that up
How do you fuck that up
How does your thought process even work
How have you managed to make it to your age without stumbling into traffic
This fucking town, I swear to god

Okay, so

I was waiting at the bus stop at Hopedale Mall because I didn’t want to walk home with my groceries

This dirty-looking fuck comes up and says something obnoxious to an older gentleman in the bus shelter, I wasn’t really listening but I think he was pretending to be mall security and was telling the guy he couldn’t smoke there

Then he waves at me and gestures for me to take my headphones off, and for reasons beyond my understanding, I obliged

Then he asks me, “Nice sideburns kid, do they come in male?”

What

I told him that didn’t really make a whole lot of sense and that he clearly hadn’t thought that through

He muttered something that I’m pretty sure was some sort of epithet and then wandered off

I mean come on dude

Let’s just assume for a second that my sexuality and gender identity are actually at a state where a comment from you would significantly impact me

I’m going to go ahead and take a guess that if you’re obnoxious enough to accost a bunch of strangers at a bus stop with your blazing ignorance, there’s a good chance you don’t know anyone who identifies as anything other than male with sideburns even remotely resembling mine

I mean, in all my years of knowing transgender/non-binary people, I’ve never encountered anyone who identifies as anything other than male with sideburns even remotely resembling mine

And of all things for you to attempt to insult my masculinity with, why would you go for sideburns

Especially when I’m sitting at a bus stop in a bright green cardigan and skinny jeans with a leather messenger bag, four litres of homo milk and I’m quite obviously listening to Sara Bareilles

I handed you opportunities to make an honest effort on a silver platter and you fucked that up

How do you fuck that up

How does your thought process even work

How have you managed to make it to your age without stumbling into traffic

This fucking town, I swear to god