Everything I had been holding back for years suddenly came bubbling up to the surface. All the years of silently putting up with the the heart-piercing, debasing verbal assaults from guys like this. I was done. Before I knew it I found myself across the street, face to face with the guy in the polo shirt.
It troubles me that on the one hand I'm totally opposed to any form of street harassment, but on the other hand, I'm almost aggressively using my sexuality myself. But quitting using my sexuality is not a neutral choice, it would make my life a lot harder.