Human, student, listener, artist, writer. University of North Texas allum. Autism and special education representation advocate.
Reduction or Bust
Since I can remember my body has gotten me a lot of attention. Mostly negative based on the way I feel after receiving people's opinions or advances.
Bystander's Log (Pt. 2)
Well hey there, Is been a bit! I'm here to tell you about a couple of wonderful people and one not so wonderful one, today. None of them are relatable to the others, per se. These instances were separated by a few different weeks, but certainly all are relevant to life as we know it, or at least as I know it.
The Lead King
Would you name me King At the cost of lives of men beneath me Would you have them Bare me on their backs Kneel to me Bloody in the dust and gravel
The Clock struck surely You're leaving early Return with the borrowed heart The holes in its walls have narrowed Hold it up to the light and you'll realize
In Due Time
It seems as though you're the critical catalyst to all that I do I'm standing and breathing One name on my last breath
A man entered the car from a restaurant where he had lunch with a sales client. He smiled and did a double take from the door. He commented about my appearance first off, which under normal circumstances isn't inappropriate, but still makes me uncomfortable. He asked me if I was married or had a partner, where I was from etcetera. I answered in kind and asked similar questions to which his responses were; Texas Gulf area, he is married, has children. So for propriety's sake, we'll allow that the boundaries based on his and my answers were set. Platonic, family-oriented conversation, staying away from prying inquiries that veer toward sexual innuendo. He broke these boundaries immediately. He commented that my top was inside-out. He said what kind of a partner would let me leave the house without informing me of this mistake. From my interpretation, this was said with flirtatious intention, and sexual tone. From there forward, it never quite left the conversation for the duration of the ride. He began to ask me what I did for fun. I answered with my hobbies. Shortly there after he asks again. I answered again and I asked him what it was he meant or what he was looking for specifically. He said sex, drugs, and rock'n roll. "Can't help you there, pal." I told him where people go to drink and get silly downtown. He said "Where do you go for fun?"... I had answered this question in very similarly phrased terms for this man twice already. I respond, "Nowhere, really." I stop responding. And more than a few times, he interjects with, "Huh?"
It has been an interesting and mixed bag of experiences thus far, driving people here and there as a ride share driver. I've been witness and target of some great, good, bad, and ugly circumstances, behaviors and stories in and out of my car. This is my favorite story thus far.