One of the big things that stands
out in my mind because it made me so angry
afterwards was I woke up one morning. I was
probably a junior in college, living in the East Village at the time. I woke up to go to rehearsal
around probably 10 in the morning. My
girlfriend at the time had slept over the night
before so she had left my apartment with me
and walked me to the corner and I had hailed
the cab. The cab stopped in front of me and right before I got in. I just kissed her. I kissed
her very quickly- it was certainly no make out. I
kissed her really quickly like a see you later kind
of thing and when I turned back around to the
cab, the door was locked. I banged on the
window and I just figured he didn’t know that the cab was locked. He didn’t turn around. He
was sitting at the stoplight soon and I was just
like, ‘What? That’s so weird.’ So I banged again
and he wouldn’t turn around and then he
flipped on his off duty sign and then drove
away. I just turned around to my girlfriend and I just asked, ‘Did you just see that?’ I mean, I
guess you could have justified it by saying it
was something else. But we were the only
people on the street. I mean, who do you think
you’re driving around? This is the East Village!
There are a lot of gay people. Another time I was at this club called Meow Mix, which used to
be on the lower east side in Manhattan. I was
dancing and it was the summer so they had
these back doors open to let air in and you
could kind of see the stage from there where
people would dance. These two guys walked by with their girlfriends and yelled, ‘Fucking dikes.’
Why? Why would you? So those were kind of
two things that stood out in my mind.