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I got harassed by men by the gay bar outside my apartment multiple times in my early twenties, back when I was a guy. They were all pretty minor overall, but it definitely freaked me out at the time. I lived in an apartment complex above a gay bar in downtown. It was a shitty, cheap place where there was no washer or dryer in unit and no fan in the bathroom. Mold was a constant problem.
One time, I was informed I "swish so hard I bring three people with me", a quote that's stuck with me forever, and then a dude stood close by while another guy stroked my face. I had my dog with me so I didn't know what else to do and basically just ran.
Another time I was leaving the pizza shop also in this building complex, and a couple drunk guys out there struck up a conversation that quickly became my chest and crotch getting groped. Honestly less creepy than the face stroking, ngl.
I uh, transitioned since all of that happened though. And some random chick like me saying some drunk guys at the gay bar really wanted to grope me doesn't really carry much weight at this point.
That's really quite shocking!
Is it? Are you queer? A butch lesbian just touched me in a gay bar cause she had one too many