On Homophobic Douche Bags:

So yesterday I’m crossing Grand River just minding my own business, and some douche rolls down his window and starts yelling things at me about my appearance and calling me a lesbian. This isn’t the first time this has happened to me in East Lansing

It’s not that people thinking I’m a homosexual offend me; what offends me is that people would feel so threatened by the way I look that they feel the need to yell at me on the street in broad daylight.

I like my hair short. It’s a hell of a lot easier to take care of. I like that I don’t have to look at the scale every day or week or whatever to see if I’ve been good or bad. I don’t feel the need to dress up like I’m hooking after school. So what? How is that so offensive?

The truth of the matter is that these people aren’t afraid that I’m a lesbian. If it were really the homosexuality part that freaked them out they would only react in the presence of homosexual acts.

No, this is a problem with challenging traditional gender roles. Lesbians are jus the prime example of women rejecting the world men gave them. That’s how feminists are always associated with lesbians.

They didn’t like that my hair was short and that I wasn’t wearing makeup because women are supposed to like makeup and long hair. And I don’t. So clearly I’m a dyke.

People called me a lesbian back in the third grade. THIRD GRADE. I never could figure out why exactly they thought I was gay. Now I know: I wasn’t raised by gender typical parents like they were, so I didn’t know how to play the gender game. I never stood a chance. We were working with different paradigms.

Clearly I still don’t get it. But I’m not too worried about it.