Since my first meeting with the TTC in nearly seven years back in August, every month somebody has found cause to call me a faggot on the transit system. (They never expect a comeback like “Yeah, I am a faggot, but at least I graduated from high school.”)
It would be excessive to say that has never happened to me before, but never so often, and I have no memory of the last such incident before this summer.
What surprises me is I am much more bothered and offended by the way the TTC treated and treats me.