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Old 07-04-2004, 01:09 PM  
dig420
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I'm in a lesbian-owned coffeeshop in Santa Rosa, Ca. 2 or 3 years ago, and these are the lumberjack shirt, mullet wearing lesbians, the kind that struts around giving guys the fish-eye, like they're about to kick their ass and have fem lesbians always talking about them like they're the toughest, most dangerous people in the world, you don't want to mess with them etc, really annoying from a guy's POV.

This 5 foot nothing homeless black guy is taking the sugar packets and eating them at the counter without buying coffee, and the dyke behind the bar comes swaggering out with a bad attitude telling him to move on homie, we don't feed bums and whatnot. Bad news for her is that this is the crazy kind of bum, and he immediately turns around and starts swinging. He hit her must have been about 15 times, she's in a ball on the floor crying for help and I'm looking around waiting for someone to step in and help her. Nothing. All the other bull dykes are screaming for some man to step in and take the bum out, by this time he's hit another dozen or so shots in the back and the head, and I start over there not because I want to, but because nobody else is and I don't want to see her get beat to death.

As soon as I get close the bum sees me coming and out the door he goes, the cops got him before he got out of the parking lot. It was a scary thing to watch, but also oddly satisfying because I have a feeling the dyke now knows beyond doubt that she's not a man, and all the swagger in the world won't help you once a man starts hitting you for real. For some reason, bull dykes really get irritate the shit out of me.
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