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I sadly get this backwards.
I’m not a looker and I am autistic, I can be awkward…
I was just at the grocery store getting ramen and coffee for the night.
This lady basically looked at me with disgust and went on about how creepy I was and how she’s tired of men thinking they can just “Do whtaever they want”, and how I need to “Keep my fucking distance”
I was literally just standing waiting to check out, all I said was “Don’t mind me”, and that was in response to her giving me the stink eye when I put my groceries down on the counter…
I understand she probably had a bad day (All she was getting was a ton of one person size ben and jerry’s), but literally I was just standing there, waiting to buy ramen and coffee. She rushed out of the store like she couldn’t get away from me fast enough.
I really had to fight the urge to say something like “Don’t flatter yourself, I’m not even the gender you’re accusing me of being.” but that would have just escalated the situation.
I had just gotten off of work, so I was half-asleep, the coffee was so that I could drive the rest of the way home safely.
Still, if she’s jumping at shadows of men even when there isn’t a man around, whatever happened to her must have been awful. I hope she’s okay wherever she is.
you are a nice person. I also like to give the benefit of the doubt but sometimes its so hard
If we wish to be forgiven of our sins, we must be willing to forgive others.
she probably had a bad day
People haunted by figments like this don’t stop having bad days, but it’s seemingly by choice so don’t worry
The other night I had a dream that my sister had talked me into crossdressing at Dave and Busters.
She had picked out this like sparkly red bugs Bunny sequined dress thing for me to wear, and so I put it on.
I walk out of the women’s bathroom and I am immediately accosted by some older white dude in his like late 40s who’s getting up in my face and saying, “what are you supposed to be, what should I call you should I call you ma’am, what should I call you?”
I realized there was no answer I could give this person that would make this go away so in my deepest most manliest voice, loud enough to be heard throughout Dave & Buster’s I said, “FUCK OFF OR I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU”.
AND HE FUCKED OFF WHICH WAS NICE.
But then immediately afterwards I realized that I was about to get kicked out of that Dave and busters while wearing a woman’s dress.
I always have weird dreams but this is the first time I’ve ever dreamed about cross-dressing or Dave & busters. I have no idea what the fuck I was smoking that night.
I know this is an old comment, and I think the intent was positive, but I don’t think it’s nice to aggressively tell other people they’re misidentifying themselves (unless they are clearly looking for advice or making light of it e.g. ‘ha ha still cis tho’)
Hopefully this doesn’t come across as scolding - it’s not intended that way!
If this happens irl I’ll have your back. I’m totally comfortable replying with something stupid like “And what are you supposed to be you? I would call you ‘sir’, but you’re not acting like a man.”
I appreciate it but like I said I always have weird dreams and I just kind of have to go with the flow.
I dreamed once that there was a curse on my heart and that I had found a holy man, a wakan man, who could heal the sickness in me. And I’m Lakota, wakan just means set apart or holy.
So the wakan man arranges this path for me to walk in my mom’s backyard and on each side of the path are my relatives and as I passed them they turned into bears.
Finally at the end of the path I stood there and the holy men made some motions and said some words that I can’t repeat and then all of my family came together in their bear forms and fell upon me.
And I died.
And I was being escorted into the Afterlife by an amorphous psychopomp figure, and I noticed I had just come out of the door and this door was a wooden door with four glass panes in it and hanging from the four glass panes on the outside were three round Stones about an inch and a half in diameter wrapped in twine in a triangular formation with each of the stones touching each other.
I asked the psychopomp what those three stones meant, and it told me that those three stones were the sign of an accursed death.
Then we wandered off into the Afterlife and I woke up.
