faggot jumpscare
there's a special phenomenon that pervades dutch normality-culture that i've grown to call the "faggot jumpscare". most often this one happens in the check-out line; at the supermarket, gas station, etc. you join the line and stand behind a tall, masculine figure with his back turned to you. they're not always these things but they're usually these things for one reason or another they turn around and
BAM, FAGGOT
i've seen them flinch before. pink hair, fishnets, a face full of piercings and balls full of urine. sometimes they're caught off guard, sometimes they try and break eye contact, sometimes they look down. like they're expecting to find some kind of answer hidden below my waist.
this happens to me every two to four weeks.
(salvaged from a notebook, originally april 2025)