When I was in high school, I had a recently shaved head, and didn't look particularly girly (even though I was...am...a girl). My boyfriend had a mohawk, although on the day in question it was hanging limply down his back. We were walking down the main street of the small town we lived in, holding hands.

An old truck came up from behind us, slowed down, and someone leaned out the window and yelled "Fucking dykes! I bet you like it up the ass!" Then they zoomed off.

The problem with my high school, I think, was inadequate sex ed.