A Real New York Moment: Subway Fights Part 2

Featured Reader: Alika outNabout at the Coca Cola Store- Hotlanta, Georgia!



Sometimes being outNabout has nothing to do with being in a physical place, but has to do with experiencing something so unique and different, it could only happen in NYC.


A Real New York Moment :


One time... I was on the 4 Train going home. I hate taking the 4 Train. Every time I take the 4 Train, something crazy happens: a fight; a crazy preacher, or there would be a homeless person begging for money but expects you to give him more than a dollar- not just spare change; crazy stuff like that (I guess normal for the subway now that I think of it-I just feel awkward on the 4 Train). This afternoon was no exception.

I was on the train standing near the door when I noticed the cutest Puerto Rican woman sitting across me reading a book. She was like Rosie Perez, cute- but you could tell that she was feisty. She wore a Gay Pride necklace, black string with rainbow hoops on it. This woman wearing her necklace so full of pride brought me such a great feeling.

The guy sitting across from the woman noticed her too. He was a big Spanish guy maybe 6’3” or 6’4” and muscular (Hot!). He was wearing black tech pants, Converse shoes, a T-shirt, and over his head a do-rag. “I see that you are wearing a Gay Pride necklace. Are you a lesbian?” he asked the woman.

The Woman looked up and replied “I am”. She went back to her book.

“Maybe you just need a real man to show you how it’s done” he told her. Some people snickered and he had the attention of the whole train car now. I got scared. He might not bash a gay woman, but he might bash a gay man, so I turned my attention elsewhere and tried to butch it up as much as possible. I tried not to be noticed. I did turn the music down on my Ipod though.

“No thanks” said the woman, “I tried it. I have two kids, a son and a daughter. I’m pretty happy being a lesbian thank you”.

“Do you have a girlfriend right now?” the man asked.

The woman replied, “Yes I have a partner. We live together”. She was annoyed and tried to get back to her book.

“Interesting” said the guy. “Can I ask you a personal question? Do you kiss your partner in front of your kids?” he asked.

“Yes” replied the woman. “Why?”


The man appeared annoyed. “Now I have nothing against gays” he said, “but when you kiss your partner in front of your children that’s just morally wrong, morally wrong. Kids shouldn’t be exposed to that- to your lifestyle”.

“Morally wrong to show another person unconditional love no matter who they are?’ she replied. “I’m not teaching them to be gay; I’m teaching them to love unconditionally that is not wrong at all”.

“No it’s morally wrong! You planning on teaching your son how to stick something this big (he made an O with his fingers) into a hole only this big too?” (He made a smaller O with his fingers implying anal sex). The Lord Didn’t intend for that. Like I said, I don’t have anything against Gays, but when you involve your kids it’s just morally wrong!” People on the train started laughing. You could see the woman getting heated up. She looked like she was about to burst.

Suddenly she stopped. She took a deep breath. She collected herself and then asked the guy “do you think that it’s morally wrong for a man to hit a woman?”

“Yes” he replied, “I think it’s morally wrong for a man to hit a woman”.

“Why?” She asked.

“Because the woman is the weaker sex. A man is bigger and stronger than a woman. A man hitting a woman is morally wrong”.

“Even if the man is being attacked by a woman, like to defend himself?” She asked.

“Yep, even if a woman started it, it would be morally wrong to hit her. He should be stronger in the mind and know how to deal with it”.

“Well then good” she replied, “because right now I’m going to kick your mother fucking face in, and you are not gonna do shit ‘cause for you to do something to me would be Morally Wrong!” The Woman got up and threw her book down. Suddenly, the train came to a stop and the man bolted off the train.

The woman picked up her book, turned to everyone and announced “I’m sorry everybody, if I knew I was going to be talking about my personal life, I would have printed programs and handed them out”. The whole train car started clapping and several people came over and hugged the woman. It was nice to see all the support this woman got, and I realized that this was something that could only happen outNabout in New York City. I also realized that this is exactly why I don’t like to take the 4 Train.

For real. Seriously!

The Hawaiian Princess of the Bronx- it isn't me!

It was mid Saturday afternoon and I was on my way home from Manhattan to the Bronx. It was such a hot day, that I didn’t want to wait for the D express train, but jumped on the B local train just to get out of the heat and into the air conditioned subway car. Who cared that the train was going local and stopping at every stop, it was nice and cool, plus I got a seat.
As I sat down, I noticed there was a woman sitting in the back of the car reading to her 8-year-old daughter, or rather the 8-year-old girl was reading to her. Across from me standing in the doorway was this huge man. HUGE, not fat, but rather a solidly built man.
As we approached 161st Street, the back door to the train car closest to the lady and her daughter, opened and in walked a woman. She walked to about the middle of the car before she began her speech. “Excuse me everybody, I don’t mean to bother you, just trying to make some money here to get something to eat.”
Suddenly the woman reading with her daughter piped up “Get that shit out of my face, get a fucking job.”
“You don’t know me,” replied the homeless woman. She continued ignoring the woman’s comments, “as I was saying folks, I am just trying to make an honest living….”
“Honest living my ass!” said the woman with her daughter, “Get that shit out from in front of my kid you fucking piece of trash, get a fucking job and get outta my face!”
“Fuck you bitch!” the homeless woman replied. “You don’t me, I am trying to get a job, you don’t know my situation, you sitting there all….”
“You need a fucking job? You need a fucking job? Get over here and lick my pussy!” Said the mother. People in the car started to snicker. Even I started to laugh, but stopped quickly. You could see everyone trying to hold it in. No one dared laugh out loud else you face becoming the focus of the argument.
“Fuck you bitch, talking that shit and in front of your kid, have respect! Bitch, this ain't none of your business. Just shut the fuck up, Lick your pussy, I’ll kill you, I’ll kill your kid, I ain't got no home, I fucking follow you off this train and kill you and your kid”
The other women shouting back at her “mind my business? fuck you bitch, don’t tell me what to say in front of my kid, kill me, fucking come over here and let me see you try to kill me!” It started getting intense.
The homeless woman walked to the opposite end of the car nearer to where I was. It got quiet. The mother went back to the book with her daughter as the homeless woman started her speech again. “As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted….”
“You still with that shit!” shouted the other woman.
“Fuck you bitch!” shouted the homeless woman. “I’ll kill you, you don’t know me. I’m a fucking Hawaiian Princess! I have a mansion and land and everything in Hawaii. I’m a fucking Hawaiian Princess, show some respect!”. It was very clear to me, being born and raised in Hawaii, that this woman was NOT a Hawaiian princess. I would guess she was not one bit Hawaiian.
It started getting heated again, the two woman shouting back and forth to each other. Poor little girl, she looked frightened, not sure what to do, trying to pretend to read her book silently like a good little girl. Suddenly the train stopped and the woman and her daughter got off.
No sooner had they gotten off, the Hawaiian Princess began her speech again. “As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, I’m just trying to make a…”
“How you going stand there….” Piped up the HUGE guy “and ask us for money when you just got through telling all of us that you a Hawaiian princess with a mansion and shit in Hawaii, you crazy bitch you crazy.”
“That fucking bitch!” the homeless woman said. “If I see her again, I’ll kill her and her kid”. She stormed out through the doors between train cars to the next car. I don’t know why she just didn’t do that in the first place.