At lunch i sit with a bunch of queer friends. We're all gay or trans or both.
A bunch of guys (around five?) came up to us and began to ask about my friend's sexuality. They said he should date another guy because the other guy is also gay.
I interjected saying just because they were both gay didn't mean they liked each other.
It's safe to say the five guys didn't like that.
They asked if there were two sexualities (already knowing the answer and trying to work us up.) When we told them no, they continued trying to get us angry.
Which, unfortunately, worked. Yay for them I guess. They asked my friend Quinn (transmasc demiboy) if he was a boy. At least he passed I guess but honestly fuck.
They said if you've got a dick you're a boy. I informed them about bottom surgery and they seemed to enjoy that. They laughed about it, anyway.
Eventually I fucking /lost it/. I yelled at them to leave us the fuck alone. They laughed at that too.
They kept calling me a she (not that I corrected them. I didn't want to be outed to them of all people) and asking Quinn if he was a boy. He didn't answer because a) he's not. He's enby and b) they're fucking transphobes why would he.
They left, thank fuck. By that time i was sad/angry/tired and I didn't have the energy to deal with them. I just wanted to cry and /leave/ I was literally having a panic attack.
It's so funny because on tumblr? You forget homophobes exist. You forget that it's a thing that can affect us. And transphobes? Few and far between, honestly. At least, not on the side of tumblr I'm on.
And to make it worse? It's the first day back at school and the first time I've ever worn a binder to school.
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