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.
what is a “B&T” crowd?
This happened at the corner of Market and Castro (!) to my husband and his friend when they were hugging goodbye.
“B&T” is “Bridge and Tunnel” – you know, people from the suburbs, who we use as scapegoats when we can’t face up to the fact that racism/sexism/homophobia/etc is still strong in San Francisco.
True, Pete. I was sort of being facetious and sort of think of B&T as a state of mind rather than geopolitical denomination. But, nevertheless, you’re right: the isms and phobias are alive and well all around us.
It’s terrible, but also somehow hilarious that these dopes threw BOTTLED WATER. In a PLASTIC BOTTLE. What pussies!
I’ve had this happen to me walking down the street by myself, and I don’t look particularly faggy.
It happens a lot less here than in my hometown.
i had stuff shouted at me once on 17th @ Noe. what doesn’t kill us only makes us stronger!
Hmm- a water bottle? Reminds me of:
Officer McCord: Suicide. Double suicide. They shot each other.
Officer Milner: Hey, that’s Kurt Kelly!
Officer McCord: And the line backer Ram Sweeney.
Officer Milner: My god, suicide. Why?
Officer McCord: Does this answer your question?
Takes out the mineral water from a bag.
Officer Milner: Oh man, they were fags!
I love that movie.
sorry to hear what happened. hope the water bottle wasn’t full. i think the castro’s a weird place. its pink bubble is slowly caving in to external pollutants.