Those were the words of a twentysomething on the bus today as he passed me to disembark. I had my hands wrapped around my boyfriend and the man apparently took offense. Never you mind that he was himself displaying affection for his Gucci-clad girlfriend.
We get these sorts of comments more frequently than I care for. No one has the balls to say it in our face (with the exception of one gentleman* last week), but these comments are always vocalized in our presence. Loudly. Unmistakably for our ears.
My boyfriend has been out since he was 13, and has a thicker skin to these things. I don’t. It bothers me that such adversity still exists in a country as progressive as ours.
The odd thing is the age group of those that make comments. Older folks don’t care. Neither do kids. It always seems to be those in the 25-35 range that spurt out these idiotic remarks.
* Some friends may know him as the crazy homeless black man from the Market.