WARNING - This is a not a usual Isha thread and does not have a good story behind it but more a healthy dose of reality.
Hi all,
I labored long on deciding whether to post this or not but then realized that part my journey is a learning experience for me which I share here. I have only had good experiences out and about (with the exceptions of a few giggles and guffaws from others) so this is an oddity or "one of" and daresay not typical of what we normally face when out and about. However, in the interest of expressing a balanced view of things and educating, I have decided to share that which to date is the worst experience I have had out and about. It is not meant to scare others it is meant to educate.
This past Sunday was a lazy day and I had decided to meet some friends in the city to see a movie. When I travel into the city, I normally take public transit as parking can be a nightmare. However, since I had some errands to run and it was Sunday, I decided to take my car. The day was uneventful and I met up with my friends at 3PM to go to the movie. The movie ended we went for dinner and then parted. I had noticed three younger men staring at us (more precisely me) in the restaurant and when I had got up to use the bathroom I heard the usual "tranny comments" but just let it go as the machinations of a few D-Bags.
I had parked a but further away from my friends at a cheaper lot and though they offered to drive me to the lot (given hindsight I should have taken the lift), I declined as it was only a few blocks away and I felt like walking off a rather large dinner. As I approached the lot I heard the laughter of some guys followed by "Hey there's the freak" . . . at that point I needed to get to my car ASAP but they closed the distance quite quickly and ended between me and my car. I won't go into great detail about the vile things they said but needless to say it was not pleasant. Now, standing my ground against three is not going to go well but I could not let them see fear or it would go bad quickly. So I stated, that "while they will most likely beat me badly one of them is going to go to the emergency room with me so they best decide who that will be". There was a moment's pause in all of them, they looked around and then said "F it, the freak's not worth it" and walked past me.
I stood still for a couple of seconds, composed myself and headed to my car. It was at that point that I felt the fist to back of my head and though I would like to say I went down fighting . . . never happened. I was kicked furiously but had learned to draw my knees up to my mid-section and arms around my face. They land a few good kicks to my back. I truly thought this was it for me but then I heard some shouting and few other men ran up and the guys took off (cowards are always afraid of even odds). The men helped me up and even though they realized I was TG they treated me with the utmost respect and decency. They offered to call the police but I declined (I know, I should have reported it but to be honest what is to be gained). Could I recognize these D-Bags again? I suppose but that will be for another day as there will be a reckoning.
So here I sit nursing a thrown back (went out when I fell) and few bruised ribs and various bruises not to mention a bruised ego and feeling stupid for putting myself in such a situation. I will heal and this has not lessened my resolve in going out. However, as bad as it was it could have been worse and what I took away was not as some may think . . . that going out dressed is dangerous. Going out anytime regardless of how you present is dangerous . . . this could have been just as easily a mugging. What I learned is that irrespective of the haters out there, there are those who are decent and will help regardless of how they see you. The men who helped me that night didn't care I was TG (it was obvious as my wig came off during the struggle) . . . one of the men handed me back my wig and said "Here you go miss" and that restored my faith in humanity.
Hugs
Isha