A woman walked out of the bathroom ahead of me, grumbling about a (possibly) trans woman. I wasn't prepared for it at all. She started becoming more and more offensive, complaining to the bartender, and using derogatory language. I finally snapped at her, angrily telling her that she should mind her own business. I really wish I'd had something more clever to say.

I interrupted a situation when someone was being attacked verbally for using the women's bathroom. (The attacker was threatened by this person's perceived gender expression.)

I noticed a sketchy older man with his arm around a younger woman who looked uncomfortable. I asked the older man about his Griz shirt, and the woman quietly left the dance floor.

A young woman was being hit on repeatedly. The bartender realized that the woman was very uncomfortable, stepped in, and said:

There was a guy that wouldn’t leave her alone.

I saw a guy trying really hard with this girl, and she looked really uncomfortable. I intervened and she went along with it. We walked away to the dance floor, and she thanked me.

A woman I didn’t know seemed very uncomfortable. I came up to her and invited her to sit with me and my friends if she wanted to and pointed to where we were.

A friend and I watched a guy slip something in a drink before giving it to a girl. My friend told the bouncer who then escorted the guy out of the bar.

A man came up to a black woman I was talking to and he touched her hair. I shook my finger at him and said:

There was a woman who appeared very uncomfortable with the man dancing with her. I asked if she knew him, and she said no. So, I asked if I could dance with her so that he would leave, and she said please. I told him we were together, and eventually he walked away.

After a patron said “that’s fucking gay,” the bartender interjected: