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transAlright, so we're standing around the microwave in the vending machine room at school (highschool) and my friend Jami is cooking some ramen noodles. She finishes and we make a path for some guy to go through and zap his hoagie. On his way to the microwave he looks like someone just ran over his dog an hour ago. like he's going to cry or something. My friend Crystal asks him "what's wrong? you look so sad"
"I don't like faggots"
you would think I would be used to this by now, being the only trans girl in a school of about 200 students, yet I was more or less speechless for a while after he said that. but then, soon his hoagie finished getting nuked and he had to come back through the pack of girls again. I chose then to make a statement.
"who here likes girls?"
the four girls surrounding him all raised their hands, myself included. I figure I'll bring it to his attention how unacceptable his bigotry is, and make him uncomfortable in the process.
he didn't raise his hand.
"I don't like faggots"
you would think I would be used to this by now, being the only trans girl in a school of about 200 students, yet I was more or less speechless for a while after he said that. but then, soon his hoagie finished getting nuked and he had to come back through the pack of girls again. I chose then to make a statement.
"who here likes girls?"
the four girls surrounding him all raised their hands, myself included. I figure I'll bring it to his attention how unacceptable his bigotry is, and make him uncomfortable in the process.
he didn't raise his hand.