On a bus, heading home from the city I am greeted by an incredibly nice Russian-sounding bus driver with a smile on his face. About 4 stops later (in the valley, of course) a bogan hops on with his skanky (I assume) girlfriend. (May have been sister. May have been both.) Naturally, he does not have the money for a bus, so of course The Bogan (Henceforth referred to as Shit-Skull) blames the bus driver. Using all manner of racial slurs, loud profanities and general offensive douchbagery, Shit-Skull proceeds to be a asshole and make the entire bus shuffle uncomfortably in their seats.
All except one man.
Ah, this man. I wish I could BE this man, this average looking hero that stepped up to defend the poor bus driver.
“Look mate, he’s just doing his job. How’s about you calm down and leave the driver alone. It’s no t his fault you can’t pay.” The logic of the situation made a slight whistling noise as it passed over Shit-Skull’s head. We could see the Tonka Truck gears clunk and grind in this mans underdeveloped cranium. Calm…down? It must be a challenge! “Are you try’na start me c**t? You wanna go me you f**king c**t? You wanna f**ing go me?” Ah, truly the words of a poet. But not even Oscar Wilde himself could have predict the Batman-esque reaction of: “Yeah, actually. Let’s do this. Off the bus.”
You could hear a penny drop as the 256mb brain inside Shit-Skull’s shitty little skull ticked over. Finally, the judging eyes of the bus coupled with the high-pitched, slurring voice of his sister-daughter telling him to “take him” and (quoting directly) “don’t take none that shit babe” convince them both to step off the bus ready to fight.
Calmer than a monk on morphine, our hero turns to the bus driver, simply says “shut the door mate”, AND WALKS BACK TO HIS MOTHERFUCKING SEAT. The bus driver shut the door, drove away, and the entire bus ERUPTED. We were clapping, we were cheering, I gave Shit-Skull the finger out the window and I’m pretty sure people hugged.
Tl;dr: Thank you stranger, for making humans okay in my book.
when older men are like “yeah baby, I love teaching new girls about submission” and they talk about “true subs” and “true doms” and try to corner you into a full-time power-exchange dynamic off the bat?
run. I am not even kidding. don’t do it, those men are dangerous.
How do you deal with all of the toxicity that gets directed towards you in these responses to dear-cis-people? Seeing just one nasty radical feminist blog post implying trans* women are perpetrators of male violence already makes me want to sleep curled up in the closet.
With something that I learned from canvassing.
I’ve been working as a street canvaser for the ACLU, trying to build membership and raise funds. And I get a lot of negative comments - fuck you tranny, you’re a fucking communist, you’re going to burn in hell for being a faggot, etc. And I learned an old canvassing quote that helped a lot - knock on the next door. Every person you talk to is a new person. Everyone is someone else. There are a few wackjobs out there who treat people like shit or who have radical ideas about how we are evil/destroying xyz/scum/etc. And I have had people getting involved in very large amounts immediately after some of my worst interactions. So if you have a bad interaction, knock on the next door. Don’t let it get to you.
You Know You're Trans* When: #2450 You see pornography and you wish you could switch places with the person who's gender you identify with, so much so that you don't know whether to masturbate or break down and cry.