No Gay PDA in the Castro?
Now, of course, I’m using hyperbole here. Thankfully, all the gay boys and girls can hold hands and make out to their hearts’ content in the Castro. I just wanted to report that I had a little experience recently on the corner of Church and Market.
I was saying goodbye to a friend–one of those, “you should really come over to my place instead of going home alone” goodbyes. And, while trying to tempt the boy, a car drove by, the occupants yelled “faggots” and tossed a bottle of Aquafina at us.
Outrageous! I deserve to be bashed with Evian at least! Or Metromint.
My friend was a bit flabbergasted. “We should be throwing things at them, not the other way around,” he said. I know and I agree. Alas, we can’t stop the B&T crowd from cruising the ‘Stro looking for fags.
Lucky for us, the mood was only broken momentarily. We resumed our goodbye session shortly thereafter. Victory was ours.
Still, it’s weird. I’ve lived all over really: midwest, northwest, Hawaii, southwest. And, this is the first time I’ve had anything hurled at me. Watch out, boys and girls. Duck and cover. That designer water may just be a weapon.