Knifing on Christopher Street
It was a warm summer night in 2015 and the West Village was alive with people. I had been hanging out in a bar for a few hours and decided to walk from there, Hudson Street, to the Stonewall Inn via Christopher Street at about midnight. New York City never sleeps; and, it certainly does not at midnight in the Village on a warm summer night. I did not feel uncomfortable or unsafe walking alone the several blocks from one venue to another. I was dressed in cowboy boots and jeans with a light denim jacket. As I walked along Christopher Street and neared 7th Avenue, 2 young black men came up behind me and spoke “hey, you want to see a big dick?” Of course, a sane person would continue to walk, cross the street or do anything to get away or avoid confrontation. Not me. I’m stupid; I don’t like being harassed by men. I turn around and face them. “No, I do not.” “Well, I bet you’ve never seen a 10” dick before” one guy says to me. Why am I even standing here talking to this idiot? I must be an idiot too.
“Yes, yes I have. My husband has a 10” dick”. They reply, “well, bet you never saw a black one.” Ugh. I reply – again, stupid Kathleen – “yes, yes I have.” The two of them are still pissing me off…..”well, you’ve never seen mine.”
Boom! Asshole alert. Ok buddy, you messed with the wrong girl even if we are on a dark street at midnight.
“Listen”, I tell them, “if you pull your dick out, I’m going to take out my knife and slice it.” One of the assholes retorts “you don’t have a knife”; I reach into my purse and take out my 3 ½ inch knife which is small but sharp as a scalpel. “Ha ha ha ha ha! That’s not a knife!” They are laughing. “Oh yeah? Let’s see, put out your hand” I say. Asshole #1 puts out his hand toward me, palm down. ZIIIPPPPPPP! I slice the knife across his fingers, and the blood immediately starts running down his hand. The two of them are looking at his hand in shock. I don’t wait; I zip turnaround and pop into the bar two doors down; take off my coat and mingle, mingle, mingle….get lost in the crowd.
Sure enough, a few minutes later the two assholes come into the bar. I’m sure they are looking for me. Mingle, wiggle, duck, grab my coat, out the door, hop in a yellow cab and head home. See ya assholes.
I get home and throw away the knife. I’ll buy a new one. Stupid shit.
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