So I am out running in the heat. Pink hat, pink shirt - DeSoto shorts, black.
I was at Perryville and Riverside a very busy road that the running path crosses. I am facing the oncoming traffic from the left waiting to cross. Behind me in the lane for cars to turn left I hear a guy whistle and say “nice ass honey”…so I turned…the look of horror on his face was classic! He then said “put on some fucking clothes faggot” and hit the gas HARD to get out of there (he had the light)…
What a dip shit…the look on his face was priceless…he whistled at a guys but…now THAT is gay!
Now, I can’t say I haven’t made the same mistake myself (especially with guys who shave their legs), but I’ve never made such an ass out of myself to say it outloud. Then, he makes a bigoted comment… classic!
About 15 years ago, when I first started tris, I was thinner than I am now. I am blonde and I used to have quite a long ponytail. (I’m male and straight BTW). I did (and still do) run in lycra shorts as even when I’m thin, my thighs chaffe something fierce in regular running shorts.
I’ve had all sorts of guys mistake me for a chick. There are several sorts.
the guys who call out or whistle, and never figure out I’m a guy (usually from a distance)
the guys who realize their mistake and then get hassled by the other guys in the car! (great fun to watch them get hassled)
the guys who try, (or succeed) in slapping my a$$ and do or don’t realize their mistake. (their hand and/or arm generally hurts as much or more than my a$$, but at least it’s not a surprise for them)
the gay guys who know I’m a guy, and try it on anyway.
Except when I actually got slapped (WTF were those neanderthals thinking, even if I was a chick?) I simply took it as a compliment. I was at an age where I was getting less and less comments from people, so it was nice to be noticed at least. Now that I’ve cut my hair, and I’m a bit heavier, I don’t get comments or whistles. I could do with an ego boost, even if it is just a mistake! :-0
Yeah, I’m entirely too sensitive, and can’t take a joke, but when you have had to visit friends in the intensive care ward after they have suffered through the real thing, this kind of joke just isn’t all that funny.
The anecdote itself is humorous, but “Gay Bashing?” This is serious shit in my book, and I’m not a fan of seeing this type of activity made light of in a way that tends to minimize the real world impact that this crime has on far too many people.
Take the “Gay bash” out of the title, and I’m laughing right along with you, though…
