On sexual harassment.

Life has thrown me curveballs in this past year. Especially when it comes to my encounters with the male population of my area/in my acquaintance.

My grievance of today (better yet, of several months)?

Sexual Harassment. 

It’s been more openly discussed amongst women, and less tolerated. And I have a small letter for the men I care about, the men I’ve met, and the little shits I guess you could call male because their minuscule genitalia denote that they are male.

When you see me (this could go for women of the same mind and temperament as me) at a bus stop in the day, at night, whenever…if you approach me, ask me personal questions about my life, and ask me whether I need a walk home, you have turned me off. You have made me realize what a complete jerk you are, a creepy pervy little fucker, and I will want nothing to do with you. If you push on, asking me if I feel uncomfortable, then now I am ready to kill you. Because your awareness of this brings on my own realization that you are, in fact, someone willing to sexually assault me. And any man that does that, attempts it even, will pay with his life. No, no devastating injuries, no leaving you alive to tell the tale. If you think you can sexually assault me, rape me, touch me without my consent and therefore take away that very intimate part of me, you desire to kill a great part of me. Eye for an eye, asshat.

When you’re walking down the street with your idiot friend who is as much of an idiot as you, and see me walking, wearing whatever outfit that may or may not reveal my fucking beautiful legs, and say ‘Hola mami, que bella eres…sabes que, me gustas tanto que me tienes loco y duro (licks lips), qiuero lamearte la pussy’ (TRANSLATION: Hey mami, you’re so beautiful…you know what? I like you so much that you’ve got me crazy and hard (licks lips), I want to lick that pussy)….guess what? You’re in for a verbal attack on your manhood and how much an idiot you must be. Offended? Dismayed that despite the fact I’m wearing shorts and a t-shirt, looking exhausted because I’ve just left work, or rehearsal, or whatever, I’m not receptive to this gallant comment, even though I should? Sorry, but I guess that makes me a ‘fucking bitch’ as you’ve called me. Oh yeah, ‘fucking fat bitch’ was what you yelled after me from a block away. And when I told you to come tell me, just to pretend your a man for a second, to my face, you kept walking? Good for you that you left. I was ready for a fight, but kudos on keeping your face the same ‘ol ugly and your genitals not in my dog’s stomach after breakfast the next morning (pats you on back).

When you’re this old creep, sitting on your stoop, while I’m on my way to work —- telling me to smile, then when I do not respond, telling me you don’t bite does not convince me. It makes me more disgusted that dumbfucks like you don’t improve with age. And it also reinforces my gender/age-wise policy: I only respect those that respect me, be they decades older than me, or even my age and younger. I don’t give a fuck. 

When you’re that guy yelling your number as I walk by, you will get both of my middle fingers and a dirty look. If you call out, telling me I shouldn’t be so rude when I’m not that attractive, I will walk back to face you. Then, loudly, I will say, ‘Well, you gave me your number, cunt. And I guess it’s only fair that if I didn’t accept this honor of your attention, oh wait, SEXUAL HARASSMENT, that you attack me back. Of course, have a nice day you sack of shit.’ I don’t care if you come after me, cause again…your genitalia ends up in my dog’s stomach the next morning after her breakfast. 

When you rub up against me on the metro, I will push you and make you fall. You’ll call me a bitch, and I’ll smile and say ‘Damn right, I am if that means I defend myself. Try it again, and see how much of a mega bitch I can be.’ The middle-aged woman will say ‘HELL YEAH!’ and many other riders laugh at you. You threaten to brick my skull when you quickly leave the metro, and I tell you to stop being a bitch, that’s MY job. 

When you say I’m ‘very beautiful’ while I’m sitting at the park bench, reading a book, and I respond ‘Leave me alone’, you shouldn’t be an idiot and keep pestering me. I mean, I know you can’t help it, but come on dude-like being! I’m ALONE AT A PARK, BY CHOICE. But, you continue to press on, asking me what my name is, so I respond, ‘GeeTee, as in GTFO. It means GET THE FUCK OUT, of my space that is.’ You scoff, and call me a bitch, and I sigh, smiling at all the times idiotic male humans (in no relation to ACTUAL, REAL MEN) have called me a bitch. Then I say, ‘I sure am, now get the fuck out’, with a big smile. 

In summation, No. No thank you, leave me alone, fuck you, and fuck yes I am a gigantic, crazy, mean old bitch. 

(Yes, these all have happened to me between the months of April 2012 and now.)