There will always be a first for everything...yesterday it was being called a fag. It's something I'd never thought I'd hear, but what surprised me was that I didn't actually care. The word didn't hurt me, nor did the ignorance of the little sod (a 17 something boy with his mates) that said it. ET and I just looked at each other and shrugged. What was it to us?
It's funny how things are different from town to town. In Falmouth, where we live, we can walk hand in hand, or arm in arm and no one even blinks. Truro, a town just 10 miles away, is very different. I noticed about 4 or 5 people turning their heads to look at us and then the above incident happened too. I guess Falmouth is more relaxed, after all it's a student town, but I wish that everywhere was as accepting.
Thursday, 4 October 2007
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Cindy (my wife) and I were called fags while walking through the grocery store one night. Made me laugh.
I didn't think people even used that term any more?
Tracy and I were called lesbians once, by some teenage lads hanging out of a pub window - in Brighton of all places!! We just looked at them, and Tracy said '..and?'. They vanished... 10/10 for observation though, eh?
I didn't think it was a word used anymore either - so old fashioned. I think these names are supposed to offend...I guess it ruins it for them when we find it funny.
Em, that story made me giggle! Definately 10/10 for observation skills but 0/10 for originality.
Thanks to you both for leaving comments.
RT
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