I went op shopping the other day around my local (HIPSTER! I hear you cry. I know guys, I know..) which reminded me of the above.

A friend and I were in St Vinnies looking like stereotypical lesbians in tank tops and flannies when I found the above set of degrading feminist offensive porno playing cards all for the price of bargain $0.50. Cheap right?

Of course I had to have them. Not only was I an avid card collector but I simply couldn’t let them get into male chauvinist hands (who apparently lurk around op-shops?)

Upon conferring with my friend I suddenly realised my dilemma.

I was in an op-shop.

A Christian op-shop.

With Christian volunteers.

Who probably don’t like lesbians.

DRAMA!

Would they persecute me at the stake? Drown me in a pond and cry witch? Who knew.

Working up false bravado and trying not to think about the endless possibilities that could eventuate, I went into my best old ladies charm mode and headed to the counter.

At first everything started off ok. I was addressed with “lovey” and a smile that makes you want to take up knitting crochet and drinking hot coca by a warm fire. That is until she  looked at my product of purchase.

Adjusting her glasses, she wrinkled her already wrinkled nose and turned to her fellow volunteer with a look of sheer terror and disgust.

Suddenly the smile was gone and the thought of crochet and coca turned to stale biscuits and itchy sweaters. Needless to say – shit was awkward.

“That’s fifty cents” she sighed, almost as if I was a burden merely being in the shop.

“Excellent! Have a brilliant day then!” I chirped, before heading out of the store and collapsing in a fit of laughter with my friend.

I think this was the first time I’ve ever really felt homophobia at it’s fullest and whilst at the time I made light of the situation, it honestly did hurt.

To be ostracised, excluded, mocked or shamed on an everyday basis is something I could never handle.

So to all those feeling all of the above – feel more than free to send me a message at anytime if you need somebody to talk to.

And remember, keep kicking against the pricks.