Wow, I just got hate-speeched (I think) in public for the first time in a long time 😮 (so #CW)
Earlier today I was over in Mercer Island for lunch with my mom. On the walk from the car to the restaurant, after some guy was leering at me as we crossed he street, I mentioned that I'm used to getting disapproving looks from the church crowd, or guys checking me out creepily, but no one around Seattle actually *says* anything gross to my face.
Well, prove me wrong! A little later, as we were walking back from lunch to the car, a big black truck rolled by with its tinted windows down, and two 20s-ish guys in it. They were yelling stuff out the window at me (which I assume was queerphobic or sexist—based on their demeanor, but asshats rarely understand how sound compression works, so they're almost always unintelligible as they drive by).
That event led to us having an actual, open conversation about some things that we've never talked about before. Which is how my mom and I both found out the other had been sexually assaulted, twice. Her when she was 18, and again in her 20s, and me when I was 13, then again just a couple years ago.
I think that's the most real conversation we've ever had (and a sad thing to bond with your mom over).
