[EM] 26 - What makes you feel safe?
Safe? Motherfucker, I don’t feel safe ‘less I’m packing most days. Least when I’m at home. Anywhere else? Shit…I don’t think I ever feel safe, not really.
Scratch that…sometimes I do feel safe. Believe it or not, and I know this sounds kinda fucked up…I feel safer when there’s women around.
Hey, I don’t feel less a man for sayin’ it, it’s fucking true, goddamnit. And I don’t mean girls…stupid, insipid, or weak. I mean women…I grew up around women. Even my birth mother, God rest her soul…she was ballsy. She was a real woman. Still? She’s prolly the only one on the planet I didn’t feel safe around.
Ma was a pretty imposing figure when she tried…she stood at about five-six, a hundred and sixty pounds at her heaviest…but she was built, sorta. She dabbled in a little new-age shit like yoga, so she looked good for a chick her age. But besides all that? She was…fucking relentless. She could curse, fight, party, you name it. Once got her purse snatched? She fucking took off after the guy, took him off his feet, and broke his goddamn nose. She was fifty at the time. Granted, the guy was also a sixteen year old punk that was in desperate need of a growth spurt, but still…you get the point. She had one speed: balls out.
She’d never stop fighting, and she’d die to protect her own. Maybe she couldn’t take a punch from a dude like me…but she’d sure as fuck try. And growing up, I never had that.
My sister’s the same way…maybe worse. She’s different from me and Jules, ‘cause she *did* have someone that cared for her enough to die for her…and that’s just what her moms did. So she knows all about looking out for her own…that, and she’s a first-class bitch.
I say that with love…and ‘cause it’s true. Kiki? She’s nuts most times…we all cleaned up after Ma got hold of us, but she’s the only one that never really calm down. She loves to fight, and she loves to bare her fangs at anyone that even thinks about starting one. She’s fucking crazy, and I got no problems having her at my back when the chips are down.
Then…there’s this girl I met recently. Her name is Baileigh, and she could kick my ass without breaking a sweat. She’s ballsy…and a brat…and she’s hot. I mean…*really* fuckin’ hot. She’s an actress…tryin’, anyway. Seriously, though, her looks alone’ll make her a star if she can find a few people that ain’t fuckin’ blind…
Bottom line, I been lucky enough that in my life, I’ve been surrounded by some pretty ass-kicking bitches. Now…on my own, doin’ my thing, I surround myself with ass-kicking bitches by choice. I got no use for anything less than that to keep my ass safe. I mean, I’m the first to admit that women are stronger than men, more fucking violent and dangerous…but they feel shit more, y’know? Hate harder, rage harder…and love harder.
And having women around that love me…for whatever reason? Safer than having a dude at my back, no question. So any fella out there thinks he can take a girl…well, he’s a fucking moron.
Period.
Muse: Cain Callahan
Fandom: Supernatural (OC)
Words: 539
Scratch that…sometimes I do feel safe. Believe it or not, and I know this sounds kinda fucked up…I feel safer when there’s women around.
Hey, I don’t feel less a man for sayin’ it, it’s fucking true, goddamnit. And I don’t mean girls…stupid, insipid, or weak. I mean women…I grew up around women. Even my birth mother, God rest her soul…she was ballsy. She was a real woman. Still? She’s prolly the only one on the planet I didn’t feel safe around.
Ma was a pretty imposing figure when she tried…she stood at about five-six, a hundred and sixty pounds at her heaviest…but she was built, sorta. She dabbled in a little new-age shit like yoga, so she looked good for a chick her age. But besides all that? She was…fucking relentless. She could curse, fight, party, you name it. Once got her purse snatched? She fucking took off after the guy, took him off his feet, and broke his goddamn nose. She was fifty at the time. Granted, the guy was also a sixteen year old punk that was in desperate need of a growth spurt, but still…you get the point. She had one speed: balls out.
She’d never stop fighting, and she’d die to protect her own. Maybe she couldn’t take a punch from a dude like me…but she’d sure as fuck try. And growing up, I never had that.
My sister’s the same way…maybe worse. She’s different from me and Jules, ‘cause she *did* have someone that cared for her enough to die for her…and that’s just what her moms did. So she knows all about looking out for her own…that, and she’s a first-class bitch.
I say that with love…and ‘cause it’s true. Kiki? She’s nuts most times…we all cleaned up after Ma got hold of us, but she’s the only one that never really calm down. She loves to fight, and she loves to bare her fangs at anyone that even thinks about starting one. She’s fucking crazy, and I got no problems having her at my back when the chips are down.
Then…there’s this girl I met recently. Her name is Baileigh, and she could kick my ass without breaking a sweat. She’s ballsy…and a brat…and she’s hot. I mean…*really* fuckin’ hot. She’s an actress…tryin’, anyway. Seriously, though, her looks alone’ll make her a star if she can find a few people that ain’t fuckin’ blind…
Bottom line, I been lucky enough that in my life, I’ve been surrounded by some pretty ass-kicking bitches. Now…on my own, doin’ my thing, I surround myself with ass-kicking bitches by choice. I got no use for anything less than that to keep my ass safe. I mean, I’m the first to admit that women are stronger than men, more fucking violent and dangerous…but they feel shit more, y’know? Hate harder, rage harder…and love harder.
And having women around that love me…for whatever reason? Safer than having a dude at my back, no question. So any fella out there thinks he can take a girl…well, he’s a fucking moron.
Period.
Muse: Cain Callahan
Fandom: Supernatural (OC)
Words: 539