Hi Alexandra,
Hmmm. Pepper spray. I hadn't thought about that. It's not particularly legal here so it might be hard to get a hold of, but it's a good idea, I think.
I believe I may have "allowed" that to happen to me because of the slight delusion that my physical strength and bulk as a male wouldn't be too hampered by my wearing a skirt, heels, and nails. How wrong I was. In that first rush of self-defense adrenaline, I actually formed my hand into a fist, only to receive a short, sharp pain as my nails dug into my palm! No doubt pepper spray could've saved the day as much as my GF did (she was also slightly injured in the melée, suffering scrapes when she was thrown to the ground).
Beauty,
This whole incident happened fourteen years ago, here in Montreal. Only when I moved back to British-Columbia in 1997, and went to live with my brother for a year in a very small town, did I feel safe enough to go back out en femme. Since moving back here, about four years ago, I've only been out three or four times. The urge is there, but, you know, it's just a matter of being all dressed up and having nowhere to go.
To answer your question, Beauty, no, my GF and I didn't part because of that specific incident (in fact, this all happened at the very beginning of our seven-year relationship). No, as I may have mentioned, she was a bit of a dominant person--a bit too dominant (in every way you can imagine); it just led to a power balance in our relationship that started weirding me out. I have to admit, though, that, on the night I took those kicks, I was tremendously grateful for her own bulk and physical strength as well as for her fierce determination in not letting herself be cowed by mere males--drunk ones, at that!
So, pepper spray. I'll look into that, actually. Thanks, girls. You rock!
Love,
CJ