And that's because I live in a bubble world, called work. And it doesn't matter, that I am a woman. It doesn't matter that I am tamil. Sure, I get more attention than a lot of men do, when I wear a new top to work. Or when I fall mid floor, embarassing myself and eliciting sympathy from those around me, claps and cat calls from those too far away for identification.
But I don't get put down, and when I do, I can laugh at them for their sillyness. When I am called tamil, I take it as a compliment. When I am called a woman, I take pride because I love being one. And when I say that out loud, and someone supposes I am lesbian, I can laugh again, because they're being ignorant and besides what's wrong with that.
Yes I can get angry, that people play with my sexuality at the drop of my hat, but why should I.
I've always supposed people only get angry/ insulted at something someone says, when they are insecure of where they stand. And I guess, I've come to a point in my life, where I stand sure of a lot of things. And when someone says something outrageous, I know enough to tell them they are wrong. And when they don't think so, I'm patient enough to know that it takes time to learn, and to admit, that I may not be the one that gets to teach them different.
And besides, if I'm out there teaching the world of Queen Sabitha, who's going to teach me all that I have yet to learn.