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[morwen]

Mixed night.

Went to meet lady_miamew at Jacey's ahead of Retribution. Then I got to one of these random branching points in life. I chose to go left into the left-hand bar to look for her, and circled round to the back, into the right-hand bar, walked past the pool table, and got some horrific abuse shouted at me by some chav scumbags who were playing pool. Utterly shaken, I found Abi and sit down and nearly started crying.

Went to Retribution reasonably soon after that. Lots of people out tonight, particularly good to see Emma who I'd not seen in ages... Had fun dancing in my new boots, although my feet now hurt. (they are barely big enough. hopefully they are broken in now, although it feels like it's my feet that have been broken in). At Retribution, I got a random compliment from some guy - he came up to me, said something like that I was looking the best that he'd seen me looking, and then vanished. It is strange how people's reactions to me vary.

Rather tired now, and my feet hurt. I think next week I'll be wearing my nice oversize flat work boots.

Comments

[tankgirlinblack.livejournal.com]

I've had some incredibly hutful stuff said to me by chavs in my time, and I know what you mean about it not being what they said, but that they thought it was ok TO say it.

My consolatiom is that I know their lives consist of.....
smoking ciggies
smoking cheap pot
drinking shit lager
listening to by-numbers clony shit comercial dance
shagging REALLY rough women with 4 kids and a crumbling council house
getting into fights for 'a laugh'
wearing crap clothes that all their mates wear 'cos they couldn't bear to stand out
and of course.. being abusive to people that don't conform to the above, because they're too narrow minded to accept that not everyone wants to be/is like them.

When you think about it, you start to pity them more than anything else

Also, if something like that happens somewhere 'friendly' like Jayceys again, tell the manager and get them barred. *grins* revenge is allways fun.

Either that, or take the 'Evil Boots of Doom' off and beat them to death with the heal *grins more*

[abigailb.livejournal.com]

Yeah. The fact that it happened there was particularly disturbing - I had considered it a safe space.

I didn't react in any way, because I didn't want to give them the satisfaction of knowing that they had hurt me. If I'd've stomped on them, or got them thrown out, or whatever, they'd have known they'd touched a nerve. At least, that's my rationalisation now. I think I just froze up.