For some reason, some straight (or semi-straight, or closeted) men think that the appropriate reaction to unwanted sexual attention is violence. They think that it is the height of machismo to threaten to beat or kill an undesirable who has the temerity to insult their obvious manly virility by the mere suggestion that they might enjoy another penis instead of thrusting their manly cock into a submissive vagina.

If only we girls had the same excuse for violence when faced with unwanted attention. Though I would only use the violence on the opposite sex. I think.

Long long ago, when I was a wee naive 18 year old from a tiny, conservative mountain town I worked as the night cashier at a convenience store. I had just made my first gay boyfriend (Russell, a tiny, femmy boy in high heeled boots and daisy dukes) and made friends with my “married” (not legally of course, though for all intents and purposes) lesbian neighbors. I had always been a fairly liberal girl, so I didn’t have any major change of heart by being friends with these people, but instead it just reaffirmed my ideas about letting people live and love as they wish.

Misty and NeNe, my neighbors, had a friend who developed a bit of a crush on me. I had a serious boyfriend who I lived with and this was way before I had any inkling that I might sometimes be attracted to girls, so while her attentions were sweet, they were also unreturned. But she used to come into my store in the middle of the night and read a book while I dealt with drunks upset that I couldn’t sell liquor after midnight. I didn’t lead her on, I didn’t even flirt. But I was happy for the company. I never felt insulted by the fact that she had a crush on me, or in danger of losing all my womanly essence because this girl liked me.

On the other hand- I worked weekend nights at a convineince