This is from an old blog of mine, entry dated January 4, 2007:
"Margaret Cho says that she loves the word 'faggot' because it describes her kind of guy. Well, I guess me too, but I still hate the word... especially since the neighbor called me one the other day.
Interesting story how that came to pass: About a month and a half ago, I was walking the dog past the neighbor's house. Her car was being reposessed and was already hooked up to the tow truck. She was dragging her kid toward the car as I walked out of sight. The next thing I heard was the slamming of a car door, followed by the start of an engine, and a massive clank as she drove the car off the tow truck. She drove over her own lawn and sidewalk to the street with the kid in the backseat, fleeing the tow truck driver, and missing me and the dog by a few feet. Being a good citizen, I reported this to the police. A few weeks later, she accosted me in the street trying to "explain her side of the story." Not that I felt there was anything against me that personally motivated her to do what she did, I told her that she should discuss anything she had to say with the police and not me since anything we said to each other could hurt her case. I guess she didn't like that response because last week when I was checking the mail, she was sitting in the window with the same child she threw into the backseat of the car before she sped off like a maniac. Seeing me, she pointed at me, looked down at her own flesh and blood, and said, "See that? That thing is a faggot." Out came my cell phone and the words, "I'm calling the cops now." In response she stuck her tongue out at me, then put on her coat and drove off again with her son in tow just as the police arrived to take another report from me.
Luckily for me, I live in a very gay-friendly town where a remark like that isn't tolerated any more than derrogatory words for people of another race. My friends and the authorities have been extremely supportive, and I am glad this is being taken seriously. But still, I find that I'm just as hurt and pissed off as I was in high school where I was called that name every day and no one in power did (or could do?) anything to stop it. Why? I have grown to love and accept who I am today - which was not the case in high school, and I am no longer in that Darwinian environment of high school where the cliques ruled with impunity. I am also surrounded with support and do not feel the aloneness that dominated me as a teenager. So why is this taking me back there emotionally? Probably because it's a despicable word, and the lady next door has no idea (and could care less) about the memories and emotional baggage I have attached to it. At least I am behaving better about it than I did in high school. I am not using myself or anyone else as a target for my anger. And best of all, I feel no shame at myself for being who/what I am nor my reaction to someone else's ignorance."