Men stories... or what I have to deal with
A park pick up truck with two men in it approach my truck as I am choosing my site. The driver welcomes me and asks me where my husband is.
Now why is that the 2nd thing this man thinks he has to say to me? I give him my most incredulous what-kind-of-fool-are-you look and tell him I don't need or want no husband.
He thinks I'm joking! He tells me I might not want one but I need one. Yeah right. I tell him I am a lesbian and I don't want or need no man.
He should know to shut up and drive off but he continues to drop his jaw and insult me by telling me I don't look like a lesbian. I tell him THIS is what a lesbian looks like. grrrrr
Then he tells me I must have been married to an awful man & that's why I'm a lesbian. I tell him I love womyn, that's why I am a lesbian & I was married to a man because I was so oppressed (by people like him) that I was afraid to come out. But thanks to all my wonderful goddesses, I somehow found the courage to come out!
And then I realized it didn't take courage at all - just love, womyn's love!
Then I call a truck oil change place to ask them if they do an oil change on my type trucks. The man who answers the phone assures me they do box trucks and asks me if he can bring the truck in. I ask him he who? He says the man that drives the truck. I ask him what man? He answers, frustrated (but not as pissed as I am) the guy that drives YOUR truck!
I tell him I am that guy and he doesn't apologize. He doesn't tell me his girl friend or wife is going to kill him. He doesn't beg my forgiveness. He just gives me permission to drive my own truck, saying "oh, that's alright. You can bring it in."
It's such a drag, dealing with homophobia and sexism. Especially when it's too early in the morning to call my commadres out west! grrrr