2010
Sappho Speaks: Hate Lives under the Softest, Smoothest Rock
A big countrified pick-up truck with floodlights across the roll bar came up from behind with it’s bright lights flashing on and off at me, honking their horn as well. I hadn’t heard the horn because of my music but when I saw all the commotion I turned sown the music and heard the sounds. I wasn’t sure what was up and panic had not set in yet. One of the three was standing in the back of the pick-up and motioned for me to roll down my window. Looking back, this is the part that gets me the most about my actions. Matthew Sheppard had been killed only 3 weeks earlier but my God, this was Austin, Texas where I had felt safe my whole adult life since I turned 18. I came out here for Christ’s sake. So…. I rolled down my window and they sped up to my window and tried to spit into it as one they yelled, “We’re going to kill you dyke” and I knew the I was in trouble.
