I did it because you made me : Reference point #3

Years ago, I ran into a friend, who I'd had a falling out with. We decided to make amends and went to catch a beer. My current partner was working late that night, and I was done for the day.

At one point, he came storming in, a bull in a china shop I could practically see the stream of steam coming from each of his nostrils. He surveyed the scene and misinterprested what he saw. Thinking I was in the process of betraying him, he grabbed me by the arm and began pushing me out the door. I was screaming, he was screaming he yelled at me that he was so angry at me, if I were a man he'd beat the shit out of me.

This told me that if I make him mad enough, my gender won't matter when he cocks back the fist and lets me have it. Just like d.'s lack of flesh, skin and audiance made no dent in stopping him.