haters and dumb/smart asses come in waves. GG concerns also

Smart.dumb asses and haters -

Normally no problems, but...
Yesterday morning I was out walking, wearing something somewhat femme with my sandal heels, on part of my walk I think some weird guy was like staring and trying to follow me in his truck until he saw I noticed him and was about to jet into a building...

And last night when I got to group, some guy hanging out of a pickup was yelling something at me as they were driving by.
Then on the way home from group, when I was not even en femme anymore [but makeup not completely gone] I stopped at a gas station for some smokes. Some younger guys saw me come in but when I left, their white car was not there. So I am sitting in my car sorting thru some junk and they drove back by and some guy yells "Oh my god it's that f-ing queer! He's wearing makeup and...[something I didn't understand]" It was the time they took off flying around the corner out of sight.

Then today some dumb ass young women saw me, were selling purses, and were like "Good afternoon sir, ma'am, sir... we are selling these purses...
I just said "Not interested" and they left.

Had some other problems with a-holes that had nothing to do with being CD but that doesn't matter here... I save that question for the lounge...

Why do smart asses always have to run their mouths when they are driving? Some say they have their own gender issues. If I could get my hands on one of these guys, they would have health issues as well.

GG concerns -
I never understood why all the talk about women's self defense and all that. I always rudely dismissed it as "Oh gyod they are just being paranoid." But having been mistaken for a woman now and then [not that I pass real well but some still think..] I can understand why this feeling. Do GG's have to put up with this sh*t most of their lives, I mean with a-holes or creeps trying to follow them when they are out?

Gyod why are people so chicken sh*t? Why does the bad luck come in waves? I could go for months and never a comment but like this weekend, 4 incidents of this.
thoughts?

People are all kinds of bold when they are behind the wheel of a car they can push the gas pedal of if things get out of their control. Just about 99.9% of the verbal abuse I get is thru an opened car window; they won't say those same things if both of us are on our feet in the street.

Bill, I just wish that once, their car would break down as they hit the gas. :devil:
The satisfaction of seeing them piss their pants would be all I need.

The loudmouths are like that because they feel protected when inside the car

Yes women do have to be careful when out and about about being followed and be extra careful

A similar thing happend to me on a fairly busy street

I was walking to my hotel at 1 am and a drunk guy is kicking a bottle around

I have to walk past him. I choose my moment carefully and time it right so as to keep as much distance between me and him as possible
Its a lot harder to defend yourself in 4" heels ( you cant exactly out run anyone)

I was lucky and passed without trouble but it was a scary moment

Yes it`s always the same, in groups or in cars but they never have the guts to face you 1 to 1, they are to dumb to realise how sad they are .





joanne :fairy2:

I have only been the recipient of one rude comment while dressed. If you project an attitude of confidence people will give you more respect. Hold your head high, don't be a timid little bunny and be proud of yourself.

I'm sorry to hear that...I guess you have to consider the source...asses will always find some thing...makes them feel good about themselves to insult others...that's why they are losers...on a infrequent but regular basis I have to deal with these asses' very aggressive and dangerous driving on what I call "the highway of death"...God I hate commuting...

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Awww I've been creaped out more than once buy guys trying to see the "pervert"!! hahaha I figured I could atleast out run them even in heels or I could take him down, as long as there weren't more than a couple of them!!! I keep my hockey stick in my truck so a slap shot to the groin.... theirs, not mine!! :D

Random thots on this subject:

Boys will be boys.

Some men never grow up.

Tetosterone can kill! Yours and/or theirs.

It's human nature to fear/dislike others who r different.

People do weirder things than u can possibly image.

Even a pussycat, when cornered, can be dangerous.

There r violent people everywhere! U don't want to attract their attention.

There really r NO "normal" people!

U never can really know another person completely.

Make people EARN your trust! Even your contacts on this site!



On GGs:

My old college girlfriend got married, then after 20 years, got divorced. She started dating a "nice" guy from work. After 3 dates she broke it off. He stalked and harassed her for over 2 years! And that was with a restraining order! That was nearly 20 years ago. She has been afraid to date anyone since!:eek:

This is akin to drive-by shootings, although admittedly not nearly as violent. People can be as rude as they want to be, and leave the scene before they suffer any ramifications for their actions, leaving the wreckage they wrought for others to clean up.

Cowards.

and that is part reason why i never go out at night just what i need a bunch of guys giving me grief.. :sad:

Back in the late 60's I had hair down to the middle of my back (sigh!), I wore skintight jeans and the highest heeled cowboy boots I could find. I wore those blousey peasant shirts that were popular at the time and I wore a lot of jewelry: rings, bracelets and necklaces. I also wore one big dangly earring. I was effeminate even for a long-haired hippy freak. I guess I was kind of stealth crossdressing in a way. Reading about the 60's today, you'd think that this was a popular way to dress. That was true if you lived in Greenwich Village or San Francisco but Prince Georges County, Md was still stuck in the greaser era.

In those days I hitchhiked everywhere I went. I can't tell you how many times some greaseball would slow down to pick me up, thinking I might be one of those "free love" hippy chicks, and then try to run me over when he realized I wasn't. I would also attract the "chicken hawks" looking for fresh meat to molest. I had lots of Pabst Blue Ribbon cans thrown at me. They hurt a lot less than the Carling Black Label bottles. I couldn't even walk through the apartment project I lived in without some rednecks yelling, "Hey Clyde, is that there a boy 'r a girl?" Then they'd get a big laugh out of it like they made that joke up themselves.

In case you're thinking of saying something back to these jerks or flipping them off, I'll relate one experience I had. I was hitchhiking down the highway when these two guys in an old car veered toward me causing me to jump out of the way. I gave them the finger as they sped away and went back to hitchhiking. A few minutes later, here comes that same car (they circled back on a side road), only this time they pulled off the road in front of me. Out jumps these two hillbillies. One had a single barrel sawed off shotgun and the other had a revolver and they didn't look like they just wanted to say "howdy."

So I ran into the woods thinking I could outrun them. I also thought that if they shot at me the chances were good they would hit a tree instead of me. I didn't get very far before I tripped on a log and got tangled up in some brush. They caught up with me and the guy with the shotgun proceeded to pound me in the head with it while the guy with the revolver pointed his gun at my head and gave me a few kicks with his construction boots. All the while they were talking about what to do with the body after they killed me. Finally, they just made me apologize and promise not to get "smart" with them anymore and left me there to nurse my wounds. For a minute there I thought I was a goner. After that I decided to keep my mouth shut and my finger out of sight. My dad used to say, "Just walk away, live to fight another day." That was good advise, coming from a lunatic.

Maybe having these experiences partly explains why I have no desire to go out crossdressed - been there, done that (sort of).

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Easy Rider what a great movie."I'll bet they don't make it to the Paris line"
I was a hippie in the 60's so I know what your talking about.
Some people are a-holes to the core so locked in their tiny little minds I feel sorry for them mostly but the violent ones I could care less about.
I was in my truck going to the store one day and was stopped at a light and two rather rural guys were scoping me out.I was in male mode mostly just had clear fingernail polish on.
The one asked me "hey man you queer or suptin?"
I said "yeah sort of I'll bet you wear cowboy boots and they look queer to me."They drove off when the light changed talking to each other never said another word to me at the next light.
I love to fight so dumb asses don't worry me too much.

But yes, GGs do have these issues on a regular basis. I, in particular, have a story that would curdle your blood. There are men who prey on women because they need to feel more empowered. Its like how they say rape has nothing to do with sex and everything to do with control. I believe it.

I'm sorry anyone was an asshole to you and I hope you don't let it bother you. Some people just have to show off.

:hugs:

There was this time when 4 guys at a fair one got smart ass with my girl cousin ans said why don't you get laid . when I said why don't you watch who your taking to He said who you talking to I said you and they all walked away. Big man till I got in his face.:hugs:
Angie

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Originally Posted by MlleErin

Then today some dumb ass young women saw me, were selling purses, and were like "Good afternoon sir, ma'am, sir... we are selling these purses...
I just said "Not interested" and they left.

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In defense of these women, they were probably just confused as to how you wished to be addressed. You didn't describe how you were presenting at the time, but not everyone that presents androgynously wishes to be called "ma'am", and your description doesn't make it sound like they were deliberately being rude. :idontknow:

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Originally Posted by MlleErin

GG concerns -
I never understood why all the talk about women's self defense and all that. I always rudely dismissed it as "Oh gyod they are just being paranoid." But having been mistaken for a woman now and then [not that I pass real well but some still think..] I can understand why this feeling. Do GG's have to put up with this sh*t most of their lives, I mean with a-holes or creeps trying to follow them when they are out?

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It really is a "G" concern, not a "GG" concern. They generally don't test you for a Y chromosome before behaving this way, so plenty of trans females get similar treatment. I have to walk several blocks downtown from the mass transit line to the university almost every day. It's a very well patroled area, with significant police presence most of the time, but it's not always pleasant (and I simply won't walk some places without an escort, especially after dark).

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Originally Posted by Stevie C

Back in the late 60's I had hair down to the middle of my back (sigh!), I wore skintight jeans and the highest heeled cowboy boots I could find. I wore those blousey peasant shirts that were popular at the time and I wore a lot of jewelry: rings, bracelets and necklaces. I also wore one big dangly earring. I was effeminate even for a long-haired hippy freak. I guess I was kind of stealth crossdressing in a way. Reading about the 60's today, you'd think that this was a popular way to dress. That was true if you lived in Greenwich Village or San Francisco but Prince Georges County, Md was still stuck in the greaser era.

In those days I hitchhiked everywhere I went. I can't tell you how many times some greaseball would slow down to pick me up, thinking I might be one of those "free love" hippy chicks, and then try to run me over when he realized I wasn't. I would also attract the "chicken hawks" looking for fresh meat to molest. I had lots of Pabst Blue Ribbon cans thrown at me. They hurt a lot less than the Carling Black Label bottles. I couldn't even walk through the apartment project I lived in without some rednecks yelling, "Hey Clyde, is that there a boy 'r a girl?" Then they'd get a big laugh out of it like they made that joke up themselves.

In case you're thinking of saying something back to these jerks or flipping them off, I'll relate one experience I had. I was hitchhiking down the highway when these two guys in an old car veered toward me causing me to jump out of the way. I gave them the finger as they sped away and went back to hitchhiking. A few minutes later, here comes that same car (they circled back on a side road), only this time they pulled off the road in front of me. Out jumps these two hillbillies. One had a single barrel sawed off shotgun and the other had a revolver and they didn't look like they just wanted to say "howdy."

So I ran into the woods thinking I could outrun them. I also thought that if they shot at me the chances were good they would hit a tree instead of me. I didn't get very far before I tripped on a log and got tangled up in some brush. They caught up with me and the guy with the shotgun proceeded to pound me in the head with it while the guy with the revolver pointed his gun at my head and gave me a few kicks with his construction boots. All the while they were talking about what to do with the body after they killed me. Finally, they just made me apologize and promise not to get "smart" with them anymore and left me there to nurse my wounds. For a minute there I thought I was a goner. After that I decided to keep my mouth shut and my finger out of sight. My dad used to say, "Just walk away, live to fight another day." That was good advise, coming from a lunatic.

Maybe having these experiences partly explains why I have no desire to go out crossdressed - been there, done that (sort of).

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It is very unfortunate that this sort of crap happens in our so called civilized society. While being unfortunate it is also a reality and is the very reason that we are allowed if not obligated to defend ourselves. I for one refuse to be a victim and will use all means of self defense at my disposal to protect myself including deadly force. This comment will probably draw the ire from the anti gun among us but this will never change my mind on how strongly I feel about this.

mr Bill is right. easy for them when they can run away. 99.5 would never have the balls to say it to your face. :tongueout

I'm sorry you were subjected to treatment like that, Erin. :hugs:

I can see why GG's have to be very careful.Its just sad that guys with little ____s have little brains too.

Wow, my GF and I have the same problem just walking to the store! I don't even begin to show anything fem (only 23, and still at home >.<)! But, it's always something HIGHLY derogatory aimed at my GF, and it's always at 30+ MPH:Angry3:!! I've always just wanted to pick up a big rock and.......:devil:

But, the best I can explain why, is that people are just becoming too self involved nowadays.. All those kids want is that testosterone rush thrown up against their car body with their friends in it so that they can "be the man". Well, I got another name to call them them, but it's a terrible word and not very manly.

Just ignore them. You are much stronger and bold than they every will be. "Respect all, but fear no one" is my favorite quote and is perfect for these circumstances.

Why do assholes come in waves?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/McClintock_effect

It's simple. Assholes hang out with other assholes. Once they reach puberty, their periods all start to sync up, and then there you have it! Every 28 days they're all cranky!

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Originally Posted by MlleErin

Why do smart asses always have to run their mouths when they are driving? Some say they have their own gender issues. If I could get my hands on one of these guys, they would have health issues as well.

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Well, that's why they run their mouths when they're driving! I've heard a lot of rude comments shouted out of pickups at me from afar, but people don't really have the guts to come right up to me and my friends and call us a bunch of fags. But usually my friends are an intimidating bunch ...

When you are out driving around, look around and see how many women you see walking at night. Usually if you see any, they aren't by themselves, there will be a couple or a group; for safety.

If I'm going to a function or going to meet some others for an evening out, while crossdressed, I'm very careful and most of the time scared to be out by myself.

Just be careful.

Having seen so many things like all the situations listed above, I do believe early on it contributed highly to this person I became. I've never understood "guys" and why they do things like that. I can't relate at all. It certainly comes out more in the teen years or when alcohol gets mixed in.

DD, I've witnessed secondhand too many of those blood curdling stories, I can't fathom what it is that makes a man do those things to a woman, or any person.

I posted this quote awhile back and someone asked me exactly what was meant by it. All of the above sums it up:

We've begun to raise daughters more like sons... but few have the courage to raise our sons more like our daughters. - Gloria Steinem

Any bad comments that have been shouted at me came from a group or someone in a vehicle. Groups and vehicles give people a sense of power they would not have alone.

As for being followed; welcome to what GG's have to go through. At least that is what I hear from other GG's. Why do you think gals travel in groups of two or more even to the bathroom. They are taught early to travel in groups. Strength in numbers.

With a weekend of lots of comments and things happening, you should be good for awhile. :)