Same question. Same hostility.
And they respond with an exaggerated “Huh”, not as a question but in an observatory way. Anger still there.
My mind is whirring, and I tell myself to calm down. I’m overthinking this. Let it go.
My mind goes back into whirring mode, and I feel small, and I decided that’s unacceptable.
Driver responds: “Because you’re a man, and ‘Charlotte’ is not a man’s name.” Same hostility.
And my heart sank and adrenaline took over.
“I am a woman.”
They repeat: “Charlotte is not a man’s name.”
“I need to get out.”
And without hesitation, the other two passengers, far from their destinations, strangers to me and each other, say they’re getting out, too.
Both did not hesitate to step in with support. They did not have to be asked. They simply stepped up.
And I sure as hell did not let them pay for our cab.
To those filled with anti-LGBTQ hatred, I want you to know there’s beauty in you, too.
Put down that burden of hate, and walk with us.