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.