Queer Issue 2018 Jun 20, 2018 at 4:00 am

A crush, a gay-bashing, and an unexpected transformation.

Moving to Seattle was like stepping off a cliff: a funny feeling in the stomach, fresh air, the shock of freedom. ANDREW LAMB SCHULTZ



I can empathize with you Christopher; a similar thing happened to me about 18 years ago in Tacoma. I was out walking and found myself surrounded by a group of about six adolescent bots. They didn't ask for money, in fact they didn't say a thing, they just started wailing on me and took my wallet; they did a good job too, I ended up in the hospital and got about eleven stitches on the side of my head. I do remember starting to cry after it happened, after all all I was doing was just walking. It seems that this group of guys had been operating in the area for several weeks just looking for a victim to beat up and rob; I had been the ninth victim, two nights later they finally killed a young man named Eric Toews. This incident also fits in with your story about nobody getting involved. Although there were no other people around when it happened with me these guys had be operating for about six to seven weeks; the newspaper (Tacoma Tribune) didn't bother to mention it, the local police didn't bother to warn the general public, nobody cared until finally someone died.


@1 -- Oh my god. I'm so sorry to hear about what happened to you.

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