Gosh, that’s going to get you laid
September 21, 2010 § Leave a comment
Most of the street harassment I get falls neatly into two categories: trans/homophobic or, to a greater or lesser extent, *suggestive*.
First category is always dull.
Adjective (fucking/filthy) + noun (faggot/dyke/queer/pervert) + obscene hand gesture/threatening movement/spittle
The second leaves you with more options. Feeling romantic?
Your eyes…you have such beautiful eyes…
Need a visa? Because I’d marry you…
Or, you know, the usual frightening sexual, um, suggestions:
I’d do you up the arse
Bet you’re gagging for it
Suck this, darling
But sometimes you get something so stupid, it actually feels like a little gift. A horrible little gift, mind you – but at least it’s different. I was rushing for a train, coffee in hand, three bags on my back – and an older gentleman stepped into my path. He leant in close and showed his appreciation with a virile growl, much like the mighty tiger wooing his mate. Well, he tried to. What came out was a strangled, asthmatic kind of ‘Rrrraawl?’
I was a fool to let him go.