Before my last trip to CA, I was searched by Homeland Security. I was on my way to a Jesus and Mary Chain show that would commence shortly after I landed in San Francisco. I was dressed for the occasion. For those who haven't seen photos: I have platinum hair, wear glasses now, and tend towards a minimalist look (ie I love Shrine now amongst others).
I knew I was going to be searched. One agent stood roughly adjacent to me, pointed, and another proceeded to the checkpoint. Sure enough: I was motioned to an agent. It all just struck me as funny for some reason. A female agent combed through a book I had brought for the flight (A Compleat Gentleman by Brad Miner) ftr. It's not a tome I agree with even, but it was funny to watch a TSA agent look for clues given the title.
I joked around with the "good cop". The conversation mostly revolved around poking a bit of fun at Wisconsin (his son goes to a Minnesota school, it pisses some off WI residents get reduced tuition). He tried to "jam me up" a few times. The most obvious being asking about the show in MPLS (I was about to board a plane for SF). I was never seriously scared or even embarassed. I started getting annoyed as my boarding time approached.
My only response to this display of authority: I wanted the female agent to suck my dick. It was an active, although not erotic, thought on my mind. I wanted to turn the tables.
Should I have been more offended? Nervous? I've rarely mentioned this incident. The trip to SF was just amazing. I basically forgot about it. Given the incidents I see mentioned here, should I be bothered by it? I take a med that all but eliminates any fight or flight reaction. Talking to Homeland Security is physiologically akin to talking to someone in a cafe to me.
Any thoughts? I fought the law and forgot to give a fuck.
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