Hicksville

I made a journey today down to the backwards, inbred small town backwater where I grew up to visit a relative and yet again encountered the kind of pathetic yet ultra-aggressive neanderthals that made me realise why I left in the first place.
Don't get me wrong the place itself is lovely. Beautiful scenery, open countryside, rolling hills and woodland that gives way to moorland, lambs frolicking in the fields...unfortunately there are a large number of d*ckheads that populate the otherwise lovely town and seem to have made it their mission in life to make sure they narrow their minds and attack anyone or anything that they perceive as different in some way.
Today was the third time in as many weeks that I have encountered the kind of abuse I received today.
The first time I was walking down a quiet road when a car that had just driven past me suddenly reversed and pulled up next to me so that the occupants could shout abuse and hurl empty cans and bottles at me. It wasn't even particularly imaginative abuse. I have short hair and olive skin and the best they could come up with was "paki dyke".
Then a week later a woman followed me from the centre of town for over a mile as I headed out of town, occasionally raising her voice to shout obscenities at me, until she got bored and turned and headed back.
Today as Himself and I walked back into the town centre a primitive being left the confines of the pub in order to stand in the doorway shouting abuse at us. The best he could come up with was "f*cking queers, wheres the fancy dress party?" which says a lot more about him and his level of intellect than it does about anything else. He then proceeded to do a strange dance in the doorway of the pub as he attempted to attract the attention of his mates, but evidently they were more concerned with guzzling their mid afternoon pints than coming out into the rain to laugh at us.
It really is pitiful, the people who do this are so pathetic. Unfortunately though they often tend to be extremely aggressive and it does scare me. Lets face it I am only small and one of me against 4 or 5 angry drunk men is not a fair fight. I do not understand what it is they find so threatening that they feel the need to behave in the way they do. So they see me and wonder if I might be gay, or foreign...so f*cking what? What kind of a difference would it make to them if I prefer woman to men, or if my parents were born in another country? I really don't understand why that makes them so aggressive - all I do understand is that the hate in their eyes is genuine and it scares me.
At the moment I live in a deprived inner city area, an area that has a bad reputation, an area that people from the affluent end of town consider to be unsafe, whereas the area I grew up in is considered to be a nice, safe middle class area. All I know is that I will happily walk around my inner city "ghetto" without a problem even at night, yet I walk through this supposedly nice rural area in the middle of the day and can almost guarantee I will encounter abuse of some kind. Go figure.