You know the type. The type of people who thumb through marvel comics to find pictures of ample bosomed female superheroes. The type that blame their own flambouyant farts on the nearest genuinely cool person. And most importantly, the type who you just can't argue with.
Last time I checked, we had wiped all the homophobes out with our lithium awesomeness bomb, but here they are again, still clumping in large groups and swearing uncreatively. This particular specimen was a tiny, skinny little boy I would usually encourage or help up to high places. But he threw away his humanity by clinging to larger homophobes and being the loudest of the lot. I don't much appreciate being called a "groddy ****" after he proudly breaks wind and points the finger at me as though he still goes to kindergarten, particularly when he pumps his head up enough to call me gay, to which I reply "Bisexual" and him and his cronies actually PHYSICALLY recoil.
So, in typical childish habits of making fun, they proceed to ask if I find each of them in any way attractive. So it was pretty much "no" to most of them, and "He's all right" to a particularly unoffensive one. So of course, to them this means I want to rape the person. What they completely fail to grasp is, there is a difference between being gay and bisexual, and there is also a difference between being gay and being a rapist. In their eyes, my loving relationship with my Kitty is just a way to "cover up" the fact that I'm actually gay. And I can't comprehend how that would be a problem for me either.
When you can't argue with them, what can you do? I can't avoid them either, given that I'm forced into their company for an hour every day.
With aching fists,
Snacks