it's like straw fucking dogs, man

seeing the hurt this person suffered, the indignity - however brief, the tears...it just filled me (fills me, especially when related to women) with such a blind rage that i'm almost frightened. i'm not stupid though: i'm tall but scrawny...i might have been able to take one, but four would have been asking for a whomping, maybe a hospital-grade one. the whole affair was broken up by a security guard, who upon hearing the story and being asked point blank if he'd ever been sexually harassed, refused to help us in any way and told us we should just leave politely. (if things go as planned, he should be fired by the end of the week.)

these sorts of confrontation are so rare - one would hope - as you get older, with that threat of possible imminent violence, that they seem almost bizarre, like you've stepped onto jupiter. it's just this shattering of the thin little wall which separates polite society from man-apes ripping chunks of flesh off each other.

i'm a white, middle-class, 18-35 male who is larger than the average male and who walks down the street with his head down and a perma-grimace. i get no shit, by and large. and i give none in return. i can't honestly imagine what it must be like to be smaller or a different color or gay or a woman and merely stand a good chance of being harrassed, assaulted or worse merely for being "different" than my attackers. and frankly - why lie? - i don't want to know.

i'm less afraid that there are assholes in the world who would hurt someone like that, even that i or someone i care about could have been hurt, it's that i was so ready, in that instant, to fly off the handle and start throwing punches, EVEN THOUGH, it meant me getting my ass kicked. that total reversion from anger and protectiveness. i feel like a fucking caveman.