“Hey there, queer boy, what you doin’ on my street?”
“Just heading home.”
“We saw you come out of that gay bar over on Lark Street. You’ve been in their sucking some white c**k, haven’t you?”
“No, Sir… just had a couple of beers.”
By then the other two guys had caught up to me. Immediately I knew this wasn’t going to be good.
“You know, honky, we don’t like you c**k-sucking faggots. And we ‘specally don’t like them walking up our streets.”
I tried to say something when his fist landed in my belly. Immediately I doubled over, grasping my stomach and trying to get my breath. The two guys behind me each grabbed my elbows and dragged me into a dark alley. They dropped me to my knees where I knelt in fear of my life.
I’d heard about gay bashing, but never thought that I would be the one
