I’ve always been uncomfortable with unwanted male attention. Because of this I like to dress down and wear shoes that I can keep a fast pace in. I wear headphones when walking alone so I can avoid reacting to cat calls. I’ve learned to cope with the assholes on the street and to be completely fair they’re not all assholes, once in a while someone has manners and pays me a genuine compliment.
But it’s not just the dudes loitering in the Tenderloin that are the problem. The problem exists everywhere.
The problem is when I go to 1015 and it’s so crowded that me and my girls get groped by just walking down the hall to get to the bathroom.
The problem is when someone brings their annoying ass boy around who thinks he can grind his crotch into my ass because we are both enjoying the song that is playing and he put himself in close proximity to me on purpose.
The problem is when men demand we pay attention to them when my girlfriends and I are out having a good time and the moment we don’t want to talk or smile we’re immediately deemed as stuck-up bitches.
Nah. Fuck ya’ll and fuck that.
WE DON'T OWE YOU SHIT.
I will assume that my male readers have better tact than this. I figure you’re the ones whose mama’s taught you how to respect women properly (and no, not the kind of respect that memes joke about). I’m talking about understanding what the fuck “consent” really means.
The problem is many of us ladies avoid confrontational conversations with the men that grab our asses, we don’t fully explain why its uncomfortable to feel your dick gyrating on us on a dance floor, and for some dumbass reason we have to apologize for ourselves when we tell you to politely leave us and our girlfriends alone. That’s the biggest piece of bullshit—WE apologize.
Fuck outta here…
We don’t want to ruin our night by coming off as emotional, we don’t want to be called derogatory names, we don’t want to make a big deal and most of the time we just learn to walk away or some other submissive way of avoiding men who make unwarranted advances.
Well I’m tired of it. No more. Time’s up.