A Trip to the Morg

I went out dancing last night to a queer hip hop spot. We were standing outside of the club, smoking a cigarette and getting ready to leave when a black gay man came up to out group and started talking to us. He seemed friendly enough until he groped my breast. I slapped him away and told him not to touch me. He then tried to grab me and said, “get over here”. I slipped away from him and said more forcefully, don’t touch me. He tried to hug me to “apologize” and I again told him not to touch me.

At this point my partner got in front of me to block this dude and the dude goes on to say that he just wanted to find out if I was a “real woman” and was surprised that I wasn’t. Several of my friends interjected that I was a real woman and that he needed to apologize to me and move the fuck on.

But I wasn’t having it. Fuck this guy and his apology, he assaulted me and than insulted me and he thinks that a “sorry” is gonna make it all ok? Fuck that. I resolutely ignored him until he left but he had the audacity to say that I was being immature.

Why is it that this shit happens in QPOC spaces? I let my guard down a little because I think I’m with fam but I just end up getting assaulted! On top of that, this dude expected me to be nice to him!

That shit triggered me so bad but thank goddess I have my partner and friends who had my back and took good care of me the rest of the night.

Moral of the story? Always keep a razor in your back pocket.