This Can't Be Real

...hmmmm...so like, I'm on the bus, right? I'm chillin', listening to my iPod and just observing my surroundings (and yes, when someone has on a big ass pair of sunglasses, they're probably staring at you), when this chick and her girlfriend get on the bus. I honestly didn't notice...mainly because there are far too many things going on in this world to worry about than someone's sexual orientation/preference. Living in Seattle, (the Gay/Lesbian capital of the US next to San Francisco), you'd almost think that one would be used to seeing same sex couples, right? Wrong!

So this loud, belligerent jerk walks directly up to the one girl (that was dressed and presented herself as a boy) and says right out, "Are you gay?" The girl looked, but didn't respond so he asked again, "Excuse me, are you gay?!!" and this time, he was a little more aggressive. The girl turned around and said, "Please leave me alone". There wasn't even a hint of a tone in her voice and I kind of admired her patience while staring in the face of a total and complete, ignorant asshole. So then the dude says, "Yeah, you're a faggot...", (all regard for his opinion kinda went out the window with that statement) and proceeded to go on a rant about rainbows or some shit. He then said he knew she was gay because she wore her flip-flops with socks.

My mouth dropped open like, really?? Is that really how you approach people? Especially when you're asking them a personal question that in no way affects you?Now, I'm ALL for the gays!! "yay, go gay!!" I feel like this: if it isn't affecting you, your life or your money, why would it bother you if people want to be with the same sex? I choose to sleep with men. I find most of them to be sexy, but I also like cheese on my hot links. Does that make me weird? No; it's a preference. You know what burned me up? The fact that they decided NOT to have the death penalty as an option for child molesters. THAT'S a topic for discussion; not gay/lesbian people co-habitating.

So anyway, the girlfriend (the more girly one) was kinda spicy 'cause she came right out and said, "Sir, could you leave my MAN alone?" and everyone on the bus laughed. I'm still trying to figure out what was so damn funny about that. I thought her pride was definitely something to be jealous of; like as if she'd defend her with her life. The same way a mother would react if someone were to try to discipline her child: "excuse me, that's MY baby!" Make sense? So anyway, the asshole was with some broad that decided to jump in and defend him and she turned around and called them dykes!!

She then went on a rant about gays and lesbians and how they make her sick and how they're going to hell for living the way that that do. (Here's my thing; if that's the case, we're all going to hell for SOMETHING. No one is perfect and we all have done something that we aren't so proud of. I had/have pre-marital sex, I really don't plan on getting married, I had a child out of wedlock, I cuss like a sailor and I have no plans on changing. I know people who are 10 times worse and guilty of countless unspeakable acts so I'll see most of yall in hell and if you get there before me, save me a spot. Thanks! ) Then the girlfriend stood up and was like, "Bitch!!" Now, I don't know what came after that 'cause we all know it's over after you hear that first, emphatic, 'bitch'.

What I do know is the chick said something to the effect of, "you wouldn't say that if we were in an alley" and the girlfriend clearly didn't take too well to idle threats because she walked up and gave the chick the business. And when I say she gave her the business, I mean, SHE GAVE HER A TWO-PIECE in mid-sentence. She thoroughly beat this chick's ass. Then the chick said something about calling the cops because she was "assaulted by two dykes".After all was said and done, I walked up to her and gave her a high-five. She deserved it.

She went on to say that she was from NY and "don't play that West Coast shit talking game". It made me think of what my mom used to say as this experience shed some light on what never made sense to me: "oh yeah, people can talk a good fight...that's when you SHOW them a good fight and pop 'em while they're talking." No one can talk that much shit and actually have the skill and balls to back it up. Not everyone can be Floyd.

Normally I'd end such a blog with one of my own truths, but I think Leonardo daVinci kinda nailed it for me: "One has no right to love or hate anything if one has not acquired a thorough knowledge of it's nature."