VIRGIN IN THE VOLCANO
Monday, July 25, 2011
In Shining Armor
Someone is looking for the tenant who lived in my apartment before me. From the mail I'm still getting, it seems this tenant used at least three different names and a sham company and left a flood of unpaid bills behind. I'm pretty sure the guy banging on my door last night was a process server, but I'm not entirely convinced that there isn't anything shadier going on. I was a little freaked out, but then guess who came to my rescue? My fearless tranny! I hadn't opened my door, but I could hear tranny talking to the guy in the hallway. She said that the tenant had moved out at least six months ago and that she had no idea where to. Then she called me and said that if he or anyone else comes around bothering me, that I should just call her and she'll take care of it. I believe her. She's a tough NY broad. I think tonight though convinced me more than ever that she must have been born a biological man because she just walks in the world with too much confidence to be a woman. She just doesn't scare easily. That's really a luxury that most women will never be able to imagine.
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The other day i went into my building's parking garage with a tiny old man, and (embarrassing truth comin' up) felt that weird twinge of hesitation at entering a space like that with a man i didn't know well. Then, after about one and a half seconds i laughed at myself because this guy was like 5'1" and the garage had open sides (i could see people outside, 100 yards away, walking on the sidewalk, for fuck's sake), and it was the middle of the day.
But still. It gave me pause. So i think i know what you're talking about, but sometimes i wonder: are we buying into it? i mean, i suppose i had this alert pang because i was taught as a child to not go anywhere with a stranger, and learned, growing up as a female, to basically just be wary of all men.
But what if this ingrained fear is keeping up from becoming stronger? What if we are holding ourselves back with all the timidity and trepidation? (i am just wondering out loud, speaking as someone who is of small stature and tends to be shy [not to mention downright paranoid at times], but feels that if and when the time came where i had to defend myself, i would be straight-up ferocious.)
Anyway, i won't prattle on. Glad your neighbor came through for you, and that there is someone nearby you can count on in a pinch, which is the important thing.
I know what you mean, Silvergirl. I've had similar (over)reactions to harmless strangers. But I don't think there's any better alternative. I would rather be safe than sorry....
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