He was looking for people to talk to on the metro platform and you knew he wasn't all connected. He stopped in front of me as I sat there and began spouting gibberish and some sexual innuendo.
I don't know if he knew I was transgender which isn't really relevant anyway. This could have happened to anyone.
I didn't pay him much mind and then the metro came. Suddenly the young black woman who had been sitting closeby ushered me into the car with her. She was beautiful and bold and lamented "no one says anything"
She told me she was 47 and worked in social work where she could help others. Meanwhile our friend sat at the far end of the car spouting drivel at both of us.
"Do you feel safe?" She asked and I said yes adding I have enough rage left over in me to do some damage if need be. I am still working on decanting it.
We both got off at the same stop and told her it was people like her who give me hope.
I have been riding the metro everyday for years without incident but acknowledge that there is an increasing number of people who are not mentally well and they are lost.
People like this young woman make me realize how much goodness is out there.
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