JennyA
09-24-2011, 04:10 PM
I posted this on my facebook page, thought i would share it here and see if anyone has any good advice or if I have a case
it's long, i apologize, but it was a horrible experience.
Two weeks ago I jumped onto the RTA to get home from West 117th to W 35th. I sometimes walk it and sometimes I am just ****ing tired and can’t do a 100 block walk, it’s a combination of physically getting tired of it and I have no food to eat so that makes it hard and then to top it off I am dressed as a lady, but not passing enough yet to have people pay me no attention. So when I walk I get shit yelled at me by everyone that drives by, that or they honk. I don’t know what the **** they thinking honking is gonna do, but it’s just annoying. Then if it is not drivers it’s the people who think its fun to chill on the sidewalk. Whenever I pass 1 or 2 people no one will say anything, but once I gets to be three of four they get confident and say shit and laugh or yell. I can’t say shit back because I don’t have a weapon and their dumbass comments are not worth getting bricked for.
So anyways, that is why I used the Rapids without paying, I got caught. I did not have money for the fine, which I could have paid by phone, so two days ago I had to walk to the Justice Center. I left at 7am, but I got lost when I made it downtown. It’s nuts, the hormones I’m on actually are changing the way my brain is logically mapping things out. I kept asking people for directions and I couldn’t follow them for shit. But that’s for a whole other post about who the chemicals in you affect your personality and brain.
I finally found my way to the Justice Center one hour late. I went to the clerk and asked her what I should do. She said, it wasn’t a problem and to come back tomorrow and reschedule the court date.
Sounds great, I wasted some time, but I do like getting the exercise, so it’s all good. I’m going back tomorrow.
And here is how my Day became ****ed sideways, left, right, up, down, and into the other dimensions our scientists haven’t figured out yet.
I go back to the Justice Center today. I find the place easy and I’m in a good mood. I think that I am going to make an appointment to pay my fine, come back that day and set up a payment plan, and by then I will have a job and this hassle will be over.
So I go to the clerk and give her my pink slip and she types in my name. The next thing I know is that I am being arrested, I had a warrant out for my arrest for not showing up to court the day before on time. Which I did, was late, and did what was asked,
So the officer cuffs me and I am very cooperative. Once The Man gets you , cooperate and be polite, you’re already ****ed, no reason to make it worse or make the officer’s day a hassle. He’s the only one who might be able to help you. So I was super polite.
The cop and I are in an elevator going to the holding cells. The doors open. I walk out dressed in green tights, blue female capris, a red shirt, a purse. I look very female, yet obviously a man.
The cops here were dicks. Total assholes. The second I walked out the dudes in the pen start yelling
“what the ****!” ; “holy shit what is this *******?”
I am in a zone I go into when this happens. I am only responding to people I need to. No one else matters. Nothing effects me. This one cop who was an ass, he had said “What is it?” when I walked in, to try and figure out what to do with me. I’ve never been referred to as an it, it was quite difficult to take while all the craziness was going down. So the cops are making me clean out my pockets and stuff. I can hear the yells and shit behind me, but Im trying to stay in that zone. I get the laces out of my shoes, my belt off, my pockets and purse clear. Then the jerk cop made me take off my bra too. I couldn’t take my bra off without taking off my shirt off first. I looked at the cop like “Do I have to do this here, now, I am being degraded and humilitated” So I strip off my shirt and bra while prisoners yell at me. I have breasts because of my hormones that I am taking. I don’t think the officers would force a lady to strip in front of a bunch of people and get laughed at for evading a $2.25 RTA ticket, but I had to.
I am still holding together fine, in my zone, a nicer cop puts me in a pen and asks me if I want to make a phone call. I had no one to call. Not a single person that I could have called and asked for help. For one, who remembers phone numbers nowadays with cell phones. And my family has abandoned me, so I had no one to call. The cop kept asking me if there was someone I could call to bond me out. And now I was crying really hard because of the whole humiliation the cops just forced on me and the realization that I had no one in my life at all to call
Now the cops are done printing me and shit and so they put me in a cell, Across from me I can see one black dude in a cell and in another cell are two more brothers. By this time these guys have heard all the commotion and wanted some entertainment. They wanted to know who the **** I was.
I calmed down, was acting nice. The one dude in the cell was cool. He was asking me questions about shit. But this one crackhead was a ****ing asshole. He kept asking me to show him my tits. Over and over. Asking me over and over. I didn’t pay attention to him too much until he said that if I didn’t do it he was going to piss on me at night when we went to sleep. So , I pulled out my breast, which has barely formed yet from the hormones, but noticeable, and showed it to him.
I thought this would get me some time to sit and just relax and figure my situation out. But that wasn’t enough for that toothless shithead. He now started saying “Hey Robin, show me your ass.” I thought about my situation ,ingested all the degradation of the the last few hours and I ****ing snapped.
I stood up in my cell, tall as a mother****er. I’m 6’1, but I was standing at 6’3. I start screaming at the asshole about how I was going to kill him. Fury flowed out of my lungs and it felt amazing, I laid into that scum****er at the top of my lungs and defended myself with words. I wasn’t scared about anything and I was ready to throw down.
I don’t remember all of what I yelled but here is some of my quotes to the *******.
“Do you see these nails mother****er, I will slit your ****ing throat the first chance I get!
“**** you, I’m gonna crack your skull and watch you bleed.”
He showed me his penis during this time to which I yelled at him that it looked more like a pussy then I will ever hope to have.
After that my story ends, there is more, but I am so tired right now and happy to be home and happy that I stood up for myself against that crackhead. I just wonder if the cops did anything I can sue them over, for one, I never was read my Miranda rights and there was no reason for me to have to strip my clothes off in front of a bunch of inmates and be humiliated over 2.25.
it's long, i apologize, but it was a horrible experience.
Two weeks ago I jumped onto the RTA to get home from West 117th to W 35th. I sometimes walk it and sometimes I am just ****ing tired and can’t do a 100 block walk, it’s a combination of physically getting tired of it and I have no food to eat so that makes it hard and then to top it off I am dressed as a lady, but not passing enough yet to have people pay me no attention. So when I walk I get shit yelled at me by everyone that drives by, that or they honk. I don’t know what the **** they thinking honking is gonna do, but it’s just annoying. Then if it is not drivers it’s the people who think its fun to chill on the sidewalk. Whenever I pass 1 or 2 people no one will say anything, but once I gets to be three of four they get confident and say shit and laugh or yell. I can’t say shit back because I don’t have a weapon and their dumbass comments are not worth getting bricked for.
So anyways, that is why I used the Rapids without paying, I got caught. I did not have money for the fine, which I could have paid by phone, so two days ago I had to walk to the Justice Center. I left at 7am, but I got lost when I made it downtown. It’s nuts, the hormones I’m on actually are changing the way my brain is logically mapping things out. I kept asking people for directions and I couldn’t follow them for shit. But that’s for a whole other post about who the chemicals in you affect your personality and brain.
I finally found my way to the Justice Center one hour late. I went to the clerk and asked her what I should do. She said, it wasn’t a problem and to come back tomorrow and reschedule the court date.
Sounds great, I wasted some time, but I do like getting the exercise, so it’s all good. I’m going back tomorrow.
And here is how my Day became ****ed sideways, left, right, up, down, and into the other dimensions our scientists haven’t figured out yet.
I go back to the Justice Center today. I find the place easy and I’m in a good mood. I think that I am going to make an appointment to pay my fine, come back that day and set up a payment plan, and by then I will have a job and this hassle will be over.
So I go to the clerk and give her my pink slip and she types in my name. The next thing I know is that I am being arrested, I had a warrant out for my arrest for not showing up to court the day before on time. Which I did, was late, and did what was asked,
So the officer cuffs me and I am very cooperative. Once The Man gets you , cooperate and be polite, you’re already ****ed, no reason to make it worse or make the officer’s day a hassle. He’s the only one who might be able to help you. So I was super polite.
The cop and I are in an elevator going to the holding cells. The doors open. I walk out dressed in green tights, blue female capris, a red shirt, a purse. I look very female, yet obviously a man.
The cops here were dicks. Total assholes. The second I walked out the dudes in the pen start yelling
“what the ****!” ; “holy shit what is this *******?”
I am in a zone I go into when this happens. I am only responding to people I need to. No one else matters. Nothing effects me. This one cop who was an ass, he had said “What is it?” when I walked in, to try and figure out what to do with me. I’ve never been referred to as an it, it was quite difficult to take while all the craziness was going down. So the cops are making me clean out my pockets and stuff. I can hear the yells and shit behind me, but Im trying to stay in that zone. I get the laces out of my shoes, my belt off, my pockets and purse clear. Then the jerk cop made me take off my bra too. I couldn’t take my bra off without taking off my shirt off first. I looked at the cop like “Do I have to do this here, now, I am being degraded and humilitated” So I strip off my shirt and bra while prisoners yell at me. I have breasts because of my hormones that I am taking. I don’t think the officers would force a lady to strip in front of a bunch of people and get laughed at for evading a $2.25 RTA ticket, but I had to.
I am still holding together fine, in my zone, a nicer cop puts me in a pen and asks me if I want to make a phone call. I had no one to call. Not a single person that I could have called and asked for help. For one, who remembers phone numbers nowadays with cell phones. And my family has abandoned me, so I had no one to call. The cop kept asking me if there was someone I could call to bond me out. And now I was crying really hard because of the whole humiliation the cops just forced on me and the realization that I had no one in my life at all to call
Now the cops are done printing me and shit and so they put me in a cell, Across from me I can see one black dude in a cell and in another cell are two more brothers. By this time these guys have heard all the commotion and wanted some entertainment. They wanted to know who the **** I was.
I calmed down, was acting nice. The one dude in the cell was cool. He was asking me questions about shit. But this one crackhead was a ****ing asshole. He kept asking me to show him my tits. Over and over. Asking me over and over. I didn’t pay attention to him too much until he said that if I didn’t do it he was going to piss on me at night when we went to sleep. So , I pulled out my breast, which has barely formed yet from the hormones, but noticeable, and showed it to him.
I thought this would get me some time to sit and just relax and figure my situation out. But that wasn’t enough for that toothless shithead. He now started saying “Hey Robin, show me your ass.” I thought about my situation ,ingested all the degradation of the the last few hours and I ****ing snapped.
I stood up in my cell, tall as a mother****er. I’m 6’1, but I was standing at 6’3. I start screaming at the asshole about how I was going to kill him. Fury flowed out of my lungs and it felt amazing, I laid into that scum****er at the top of my lungs and defended myself with words. I wasn’t scared about anything and I was ready to throw down.
I don’t remember all of what I yelled but here is some of my quotes to the *******.
“Do you see these nails mother****er, I will slit your ****ing throat the first chance I get!
“**** you, I’m gonna crack your skull and watch you bleed.”
He showed me his penis during this time to which I yelled at him that it looked more like a pussy then I will ever hope to have.
After that my story ends, there is more, but I am so tired right now and happy to be home and happy that I stood up for myself against that crackhead. I just wonder if the cops did anything I can sue them over, for one, I never was read my Miranda rights and there was no reason for me to have to strip my clothes off in front of a bunch of inmates and be humiliated over 2.25.