Two days ago I was using an atm when I heard the word “faggit” shouted at me, or what I assume was directed at me. As usual the taunter was in a passing vehicle filled with other young men, and they seemed to be laughing. It was a bright afternoon around 7pm in downtown Los Gatos with people around to witness.
As I’ve conditioned myself I barely glanced towards the man, just enough to acknowledge him and show him I’m unfazed. It was my attempt to project that I heard what he had to say and that it doesn’t have an affect on me. It’s been my strategy to be the pacifist, to hold my head high and take whatever they give me.
And then my second reaction kicked in: I was fucking pissed!!!! This motha’ fuckin’ asshole!!! I’m tired of their bullshit! Of all this bullshit! The next time some mother fucker shouts “fag”, “faggit”, “cocksucker”, or anything remotely derogative in my direction I’m going to chase them down and give the side of their vehicle a flying grand battement that they won’t soon forgot. I may be a dancer, but these ballerina legs are powerful and they will leave a dent the size of my foot in your goddamn car. SO FUCK YOU!!!!
SO annoying! Even though I’ve read stories where each has been employed successfully, they for the most part destroy the integrity of any story. Suddenly anything and everything is possible, and the world has no boundaries and is rendered unrealistic.
My junior year AP english teacher told us to avoid the word, “really” because it’s trite and there’s usually a more effective adverb that will enhance your diction. About five years later and entering my fourth and final year of college, and I still avoid the word when writing.