Strangers have said to me unprompted
Tuesday, 23 March 2004
- Please don’t kill me, sir.
- Boise, ID. A 20 year-old male skater type. No idea why he thought I might. I didn’t.
- What’s your fucking problem?
- ’Burque, NM. I had some copier toner in my eye. The homophobic moron thought I was winking at him.
- Oh, we got a real badass here.
- UNM. He and his football player buddy were verbally harassing CM and me, and wanted it to go further. I took off my earrings and watch. CM sat grinning. They backed down.
- Oh, my God. You’re beautiful.
- Downtown Seattle. Her friend physically stopped her from following me down the street.
- Fuck Reagan.
- Venice, Italy. Don’t know what reaction he expected—he was probably pleasantly surprised.
- Hey, Barnaby.
- UNM. My name isn’t Barnaby. We don’t even look alike. Except maybe that we’re both white, you hypocritical prick.
- Can I see some ID?
- Cops. All over the US, Lord love ’em. If this is the treatment an edge of the curve hair cut gets you, I can’t imagine what it’s like having an edge of the curve skin tone.
I have said to strangers, with prompting
- Seems like an awful long walk for such a short fight.
- ’Burque, NM. To CM’s little brother who inquired if I’d care to step outside.
- You’ve got a pretty big fucking mouth for someone your size.
- Downtown Seattle. Turned out he had a HWP automatic though. The only loss on the balance sheet today.
- It would probably fit too.
- Arroyo Hondo, NM. The operant had just offered to “stick his dick” in Cort’s ear as a way to settle a debate.
- Can I help you, officer?
- ’Burque. To the cops who coasted their cruiser behind me one night for a block, perhaps thinking to get me to run and put the beat down on me. When I stopped and walked to the car to ask the question, they gunned it out of there.
- Are you sure you want to do this?
- UNM. To 5 drunk frat guys who politely invited me to tussle. The only semi-sober one mangaged to head them off and corral them back at the House.
- I fucked your mother.
- All over the place. I have no idea why men get so upset at me that their mothers have such difficulty remaining upright.
- But truthfully it’s because I just can’t stand screwing around. Do you want to fight, or what? I’ve got things to do.





