Monday, November 26, 2007

Bloody Knuckles

Have you ever done something bad, and then didn’t feel guilty about it; then that lack of guilt made you feel guilty because you know you should feel guilty in the first place? I have a problem with people who try to intimidate me. My intimidators learn very fast that the consequences to such negative stimuli includes (but is not limited to) tears that are seldom my own.

It was my birthday. I had just finished off a few beers with some friends when Brad showed up. So we went for a walk. I was a little buzzed, which lowered my inhibitions ever so slightly. This is when I did something a little crazy! I walked down the street holding my boyfriend’s hand, then we stopped and I kissed him. We weren’t exactly in WeHo, so I should have known better. But I wasn’t thinking about it until I heard some guy scream out, “Fags!”

I was in the guy’s face before I had time to fully register what he had said, and my reaction to him saying it. In my most polite voice (or whatever the opposite of polite is) I warned him that shouting such flagrant statements might not be in his best interest. He then got right in my face (in a semi-menacing manner) obviously trying to intimidate me, and asked me what I was going to do about it, so I broke his nose. He really shouldn’t have invaded my personal space.

I gave him a minute to recover, and I asked him if we were finished. I guess he wasn’t because he tried to hit me, so I punched him in the nose again. This poor guy is going to have two of the blackest eyes EVER. It took everything I had to not just laugh in his face for being all pitiful and what not. I was actually looking forward to a little fight, and he looked like he was going to be able to give it to me. Unfortunately he couldn’t fight worth shit and I left him bloodied on the street and my shirt completely ruined with splatters of this bastard’s blood.

Does it make me a bad person that I was more worried about how I was going to get the stains out of my shirt and not what he was going to do about his mangled nose? Oh well the past is in the past right? I really need to get my temper under control because one of these days I could get arrested for acting out like this. Then again, what kind of self respecting gay basher is going to admit he got his ass kicked by a fag? Especially one that's only 5'7 and 130 lbs. That's just something that most guys would want to keep to themselves...

Oh well... Happy birthday me. A year older and a year wiser but still pretty stupid and more hot headed than ever. I never said I was perfect.


Taylor said...

That really was a cool shirt though. I would have been pretty torn up about losing something like that also. That said, you fighting with this random guy on the street I have mixed feeling about. On one hand I think it's great you kicked this narrow minded loser's ass. On the other hand you put yourself in danger because you didn't know what this guy was capable of and you could have gotten really hurt.

Still, I do understand why you did it. You are going through a lot right now and I am sure this provided you with an escape even if it was only for a couple minutes. This isn't you, and I am not putting down what you did, but you are so much better than that.

RRP said...

Sounds like the c*nt had it coming...

Funny how birthdays can be celebrated. You with bloody knuckles, me with penis in hand. Hahaha.

Happy birthday, RGB!

Trevor said...

You know if I were capable of beating up guys I would totally be right there with you. Still I have to agree with Taylor that this isn't you. Don't let yourself turn into the kind of asshole we make fun of all the time.

Bold oy! said...

One time, when I was abnout 19, I went to a costume party dressed as a woman. There was one guy who gave me dirty looks. When I was leaving he made a face just once too much and I went up to him and gave him a right hand uppercut on his jaw that really rattled him - and then I left.

Whenever I think about this I feel so good.

Sometimes you are like an instrument in the hand of a higher power and you deal out what is due, that's all.