My wife and I decided last night to walk down the road to a local pub for dinner: it was a beautiful early-summer evening, and our pantry was just about empty.
We held hands as we normally do when we go for a walk, and talked about our days. Perfectly domestic, comfortable, wonderful.
An SUV* drove past, with people yelling from it, and slowly we realized that they were yelling at us, words like “Hell” and “fucking.” Once I realized that we were the targets, I turned around, and as the SUV drove past, a woman with mirrored sunglasses leaned out of the driver’s window, face twisted into rage, and shouted, “Jesus hates dykes!” at us.
Granted, I have long hair and am clean-shaven; granted she’s hardly the first person ever to make that mistake. I was stunned, then burst out laughing, and couldn’t stop for a minute or two.
But holy shit. What a hateful bitch.
It’s rare that I realize, viscerally, what bigotry there is surrounding me on a daily basis. I got it easy; I don’t have to deal with her ilk on a regular basis. My sympathy to those who do.
So: fuck you, Jesus Hates Dykes lady.
- Here to help you imagine the scene, not as a slight on SUV drivers.