I haven’t been feeling much lately, I’ve been very distant from emotional shit, and damn today was a trying day as far as work went. I sat in my head most of the time at Old Chicago afterwords, listening to everyone chatter, mentally smoking a cigarette . But fuck, the way you kissed me tonight. Seeing you as genuine and tender and gentle with me never fails to surprise me. You change from this abrupt and outspoken, filterless, goofy jackass, into somebody so much different. Only I get to see that side of you, and it’s nice. Maybe that’s why being with your best friend is good, because you already know all their craziness and flaws and inner ticks, and then when you see the soft side it’s just like meeting them all over again.
This tweet is so important to me
Okay, this is actually what you do if you’re being sexually harassed in any kind of public space. Draw attention to it, preferably pull away and let EVERYONE know that someone is touching you. This will not only get him to get off you but he’ll definitely think about this situation next time he wants to do something like this.
Spreading the word.
My mom and I were talking about this today after hearing about a woman who was molested on a plane who said nothing until she was picked up at the airport by her parents. My mom looked at me and asked what I would do in that situation and I looked her dead in the eye and I told her “it would take me .02 seconds to realize what was going on and yell angrily, and then I would be straight on to bitch slapping him so hard he wouldn’t be able to see the punch I’d throw with the opposite hand”.
She nodded and accepted my salty language like a seasoned sailor.
I’ve had experience with this before, in Prague a group of five girls and I were followed by three men at night. After a while they started yelling at us, the most common being “how much?” Meaning how much we “cost” as prostitutes. Seeing as they weren’t going to stop, I turned on my heel, faced them (which surprised them), spat at their feet and responded with “You couldn’t afford me.” This prompted the other girls to start yelling back at them as well, starting with our spitfire Czech friend to start slinging curses in Czech as she and the rest of the girls came up beside me. Needless to say the men backed off and pretty much fled. They weren’t expecting a fight. It empowered me and encouraged the rest of the girls to yell back too.
I’ve heard that a lot of people don’t know what to do in this situation because they’ve been taught all their lives to be polite and non-aggressive. Keep your heads down or whatever.
Keep in mind that studies have shown that rapists look for victims who won’t fight back.
Remember that nobody has the right to touch you without your consent or harass you, and you have all the right to make the biggest fuss about it that you can possibly make.
Get angry. Be in command.
do you ever like have a name totally ruined for you because you knew some asshole with that name and now no matter the person’s own virtues they have to get over this huge hurdle which is their name
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