First of all, I want to preface this story with something. I love straight people. I know fully well that not everyone is a bigotted asshole, as this thread so wonderfully illustrates. Thanks guys, but being open-minded and awesome. I just think it's a shame that it even has to be recognized. Everyone should have the sensitivity to see things they way ya'll do.
When I was in college, I experienced a few instances where I was called a "Faggot" while wondering around 6th Street, but never really did anything, just kind of shrugged it off, untill one evening on 4th street, which is the gay area, such as it is. My boyfriend and I were walking back to the car, and, like some of the other stories here, a car with 3 guys our age, early to mid 20s, yelled "Faggot!" out the door of thier shitty 76 Camaro (what is it with yelling this outside the doors of cars?). Anyway, I don't know what happened, but I completely snapped. I yelled back "Why don't you come say that to my face, little dick!" The car whirled around in the middle of the street, screeches to a halt, and these three guys jump out and come running towards us. My poor boyfriend was scared shitless, but I sure wasn't. I completely bum rushed the one in front, just beat the shit out of him. It was one of those moments where you don't really remember what happened, you know? I just remember thinking "I'm not taking this shit tonight. Not from them, not here." The boyfriend jumped in the fray as well, and evidently so did two huge gay muscle dudes that were also leaving another bar nearby (one of which is still a very good friend... talk about sharing a moment!) Anyhoo, I ended up in the hospital with a broken nose and a nice little misdemeanor on my record, but I wasn't the only one. The three straight guys and my boyfriend also had some battle scars, and the one driving ended up getting arrested. Anyway, I'm not saying that what I did was right, in fact, I think it was pretty wrong, actually. But I can tell you, I don't regret it at all. I lost my fear that night, as in all of it. So, I guess good things can come out of those situations.
If it'd been me on that boardwalk, I'm pretty sure some pants would have been pissed in, and they wouldn't have been mine....
Cheers!