IX.V
LET’S LISTEN
“There he is.”
“Look at that freak.”
“What is it?”
“That’s disgusting!”
“Shit, man, it’s a guy!”
“What the fuck!”
“Gross!”
“He should be shot.”
“Look, Joey, it’s your girlfriend.”
“Isn’t that the guy from Access Hollywood?”
“Holy shit!”
“Get out of the way, faggot.”
“Look at that.”
“We’re being attacked by butt pirates!”
“What the fuck are you supposed to be?”
“Don’t touch him—he probably has AIDS.”
“Faggot.”
“Homo.”
“Cocksucker.”
“Weirdo.”
“Is that MASCARA?”
“I don’t get it.”
“Why do you dress like that?”
“Where do you find an outfit like that?”
“Just ignore it—maybe it will go away.”
“What does his mother think?”
“Not from around here, I’m guessing.”
“Since when is this a school for homos?”
“Are the Queer Eyes filming here?”
“People like you make me wanna puke.”
“I don’t get it.”
“Why do you dress like that?”
“Where do you find an outfit like that?”
“That’s so tired.”
“Hey, watch this: Wanna suck my dick, faggot?”
“Fuck you.”
“Fuck off.”
“Die, faggot.”
“Can I take your picture?”
“I must be tripping.”
“You’re joking, right?”
“Quit looking at me.”
“What are you looking at faggot?”
“Let’s get out of here.”