Sorry to harp on the same subject over and over, but that's how it is now, apparently.
On the train into midtown today, I sat across from a girl and her friend speaking rapidly in Spanish. She was wearing a high-necked white t-shirt and blue beads, ring, bracelets and sandals, as well as denim Bermuda shorts. She was actually dressed fairly conservatively, and I assumed it had something to do with the fact that she was rather busty and she was trying to stay covered up.
She obviously didn't succeed as well as she thought she did, however, because the well-dressed (I incorrectly assumed they were gay, at first) pair of men to my right kept stealing not-so-secret glances at her and laughed as they not-so-subtly mocked the poor girl in English...
"...put my face between those..."
"...shake that jelly..."
"...blood on the sheets..." (I didn't even understand this suggestion, but I posted it on the off chance someone could explain it to me?)
I was so angry and hurt that these "normal" guys would be so careless about hurting a human being's feeling like that, that I was intensely on guard while waiting for my uptown train home later that night. Luckily, the return trip was salvaged by the life-affirming awesomeness of a lesbian couple making out on the platform while nobody said a thing about it.
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