I was riding the bus this morning, coming back from St. Laurent when all the people are returning from their social lunch breaks. Traveling west, the buses fill up quickly and I was forced to stand near the back, holding onto my yellow pole like a territorial stripper lest I be forced away from door by the crushes of people. I had secured my location until the stop before the one I wanted to get off. Just as the doors were closing, a male with a very tough, apathetic face squeezed through and decided to lean on my pole. His back squashed my fingers against the metal bar as he decided to lean instead of holding on. I generally can’t stand listening to people on the bus, let alone share body heat with them, so I promptly let go and grabbed a hanging loop instead. I couldn’t tell if he was aware that he supplanted me, but I became annoyed at the fact that someone could simply get his way just by being ignorant or apathetic.

I decided to reclaim my iron bar, by grabbing it once again and touching his back in a sexual manner with my fingers. I wanted to test this tough male in how comfortable he was with his sexuality, to make him as uncomfortable as he had made me, and to claim the iron bar as my own. As I grabbed the bar, the doors of the bus swung open. I had reached my stop without realizing.