What about MY social injustice?!?
Why do freaks think it's okay to harass me every time I leave the house? Why?
I was accosted tonight. Not once, not twice, but THREE TIMES. THREE. Within the span of little more than an hour. It was disturbing. It was excessive. It was like a really bad sitcom plot or something. It started just as I left rehearsal. I was walking to the light rail to, duh, catch a train but I was sidetracked because these two Somalian dudes came out of no where to "holla" at me. One of them was very insistent on getting my number ( I SAID NO THIS TIME. PWNED MOTHERFUCKER.), and for some reason they were fascinated with my skirt. So I ended up missing my train because these dudes needed to talk at me, which wasn't a huge deal because trains come every ten minutes but STILL. I was inconvenienced. And I felt uncomfortable because the insistent one WOULD NOT TAKE A HINT. Dude, I do not want to call you. I do not want to get to know you. I do not want to just be friends and see where it goes. I JUST WANT TO CATCH MY TRAIN AND GO HOME WHERE I WON'T HAVE TO CONVERSE WITH CHUBBY BEARDED MEN.
Anyway, I took the light rail downtown to wait for my bus. So I was just standing there at the bus stop, listening to Loretta and MINDING MY OWN BUSINESS, when this middle-aged guy who REEKED of cigarettes chose to stand next to me and bitch about the goddamn foreigners who take all the jobs and get shiny new cars from the government and don't have to pay taxes (which foreigners would these be exactly...?) and all the racist people he went to high school with that didn't like Native Americans and blah blah blah. With every bus that went by I PRAYED that he would get on and leave me alone, but he never did. And of course once MY bus decided to turn up, it just had to be the one he was waiting for too. So instead of doing the smart thing (i.e., telling him to shut the hell up and let me listen to my showtunes in peace), I stupidly decided to wait around for the next bus in half an hour so I could be hassled by two ghetto guys! Yay! One of them was all making small talk at me - plebe small talk, mind. He kept somehow trying to associate me with alcohol, even after I said I was underage, asking if I had been drinking ON A TUESDAY NIGHT WTF ASSHEAD. I said no, I'd just come from play rehearsal and he was like CAN I COME SEE YOU IN YOUR PLAY? and I'm like uhhh ... well we perform in September, I'm sure you'll see a flyer around somewhere and he was like YOU SHOULD CALL ME AND TELL ME WHEN TO COME and I'm like ... ahhhhh no. What the fuck, DO I LOOK LIKE A FUCKING NEWSPAPER TO YOU. GOD.
But "White Boys" came on while Asshead Boy was badgering me, which I found hilarious in an ironic and politically incorrect to an almost embarrassing extent sort of way. XD
Jesus Christ, dude, where do these people come from?? Furthermore, why do I never put them in their places for accosting me on the street? WHERE ARE MY BALLS??! Wait, don't answer that. Especially you, Sarah. >_>
But seriously. I need a better way to deal with random ill-mannered menfolk types. This whole passive thing really isn't working for me. I was venting about it to my mom, and she essentially told me to be a psychotic bitch to scare them away but I feel really awkward and inept when it comes to giving people the brush off. Especially when said brush off consists of threatening to castrate the guy with a rusty fork. While effective, it also gives off the whole RAGING HOSE BEAST vibe, which I'm not really about. Granted, yeah, these guys kind of deserve it because they obviously have some major social retardation going on, but dfjghfjh. I DON'T KNOW HOW TO BE THREATENING OKAY. It's one thing to daydream about it in the 'gee, I wish I were a superhero' kind of way but *points to icon* THAT JAMES BOND SHIT NEVER HAPPENS IN REAL LIFE. At least, it never does to me. Which, I suppose could be argued, is my own fault but that is a COMPLETELY different discussion in and of itself.
Back to my point? Did I have one? Yeah. Maybe I should take the raging hose beast idea and flesh it out a little. Develop a character, likesay*. It'll be fun, like larping or something. Any time I'm around town on my own, I can be Ariel the Vehement Man-Hating Dyke. Not lesbian. Dyke. The kind of chick that actively calls herself a dyke to freak people out. The kind who, when asked by Asshead Boy 'where your boyfriend at?', would reply with I DON'T HAVE A BOYFRIEND. I DON'T WANT A BOYFRIEND. IN FACT, THE VERY NOTION OF HAVING ANY MAN'S SWEATY PREMATURE-EJACULATING SINGLE-ORGASM APPENDAGE YOU SLOBBERING PATRIARCHAL MISOGYNISTS CALL YOUR GENITALIA INSIDE ME FRANKLY MAKES ME WANT TO BEAT MY FACE INTO THE PAVEMENT. NOW IF YOU DON'T MIND, I'M GOING TO GET ON THIS BUS SO I CAN GO HOME AND TONGUE-FUCK MY LARGE-BREASTED GIRLFRIEND.
Maybe I just want an excuse to use the term 'tongue-fuck' in public. Sue me. >_>
But as if to apologize for the shitty end to my night, Loretta magically started working properly again. YES.
* = I still don't actually know how to use this word properly. BUT IT SOUNDS SO COOL.
I was accosted tonight. Not once, not twice, but THREE TIMES. THREE. Within the span of little more than an hour. It was disturbing. It was excessive. It was like a really bad sitcom plot or something. It started just as I left rehearsal. I was walking to the light rail to, duh, catch a train but I was sidetracked because these two Somalian dudes came out of no where to "holla" at me. One of them was very insistent on getting my number ( I SAID NO THIS TIME. PWNED MOTHERFUCKER.), and for some reason they were fascinated with my skirt. So I ended up missing my train because these dudes needed to talk at me, which wasn't a huge deal because trains come every ten minutes but STILL. I was inconvenienced. And I felt uncomfortable because the insistent one WOULD NOT TAKE A HINT. Dude, I do not want to call you. I do not want to get to know you. I do not want to just be friends and see where it goes. I JUST WANT TO CATCH MY TRAIN AND GO HOME WHERE I WON'T HAVE TO CONVERSE WITH CHUBBY BEARDED MEN.
Anyway, I took the light rail downtown to wait for my bus. So I was just standing there at the bus stop, listening to Loretta and MINDING MY OWN BUSINESS, when this middle-aged guy who REEKED of cigarettes chose to stand next to me and bitch about the goddamn foreigners who take all the jobs and get shiny new cars from the government and don't have to pay taxes (which foreigners would these be exactly...?) and all the racist people he went to high school with that didn't like Native Americans and blah blah blah. With every bus that went by I PRAYED that he would get on and leave me alone, but he never did. And of course once MY bus decided to turn up, it just had to be the one he was waiting for too. So instead of doing the smart thing (i.e., telling him to shut the hell up and let me listen to my showtunes in peace), I stupidly decided to wait around for the next bus in half an hour so I could be hassled by two ghetto guys! Yay! One of them was all making small talk at me - plebe small talk, mind. He kept somehow trying to associate me with alcohol, even after I said I was underage, asking if I had been drinking ON A TUESDAY NIGHT WTF ASSHEAD. I said no, I'd just come from play rehearsal and he was like CAN I COME SEE YOU IN YOUR PLAY? and I'm like uhhh ... well we perform in September, I'm sure you'll see a flyer around somewhere and he was like YOU SHOULD CALL ME AND TELL ME WHEN TO COME and I'm like ... ahhhhh no. What the fuck, DO I LOOK LIKE A FUCKING NEWSPAPER TO YOU. GOD.
But "White Boys" came on while Asshead Boy was badgering me, which I found hilarious in an ironic and politically incorrect to an almost embarrassing extent sort of way. XD
Jesus Christ, dude, where do these people come from?? Furthermore, why do I never put them in their places for accosting me on the street? WHERE ARE MY BALLS??! Wait, don't answer that. Especially you, Sarah. >_>
But seriously. I need a better way to deal with random ill-mannered menfolk types. This whole passive thing really isn't working for me. I was venting about it to my mom, and she essentially told me to be a psychotic bitch to scare them away but I feel really awkward and inept when it comes to giving people the brush off. Especially when said brush off consists of threatening to castrate the guy with a rusty fork. While effective, it also gives off the whole RAGING HOSE BEAST vibe, which I'm not really about. Granted, yeah, these guys kind of deserve it because they obviously have some major social retardation going on, but dfjghfjh. I DON'T KNOW HOW TO BE THREATENING OKAY. It's one thing to daydream about it in the 'gee, I wish I were a superhero' kind of way but *points to icon* THAT JAMES BOND SHIT NEVER HAPPENS IN REAL LIFE. At least, it never does to me. Which, I suppose could be argued, is my own fault but that is a COMPLETELY different discussion in and of itself.
Back to my point? Did I have one? Yeah. Maybe I should take the raging hose beast idea and flesh it out a little. Develop a character, likesay*. It'll be fun, like larping or something. Any time I'm around town on my own, I can be Ariel the Vehement Man-Hating Dyke. Not lesbian. Dyke. The kind of chick that actively calls herself a dyke to freak people out. The kind who, when asked by Asshead Boy 'where your boyfriend at?', would reply with I DON'T HAVE A BOYFRIEND. I DON'T WANT A BOYFRIEND. IN FACT, THE VERY NOTION OF HAVING ANY MAN'S SWEATY PREMATURE-EJACULATING SINGLE-ORGASM APPENDAGE YOU SLOBBERING PATRIARCHAL MISOGYNISTS CALL YOUR GENITALIA INSIDE ME FRANKLY MAKES ME WANT TO BEAT MY FACE INTO THE PAVEMENT. NOW IF YOU DON'T MIND, I'M GOING TO GET ON THIS BUS SO I CAN GO HOME AND TONGUE-FUCK MY LARGE-BREASTED GIRLFRIEND.
Maybe I just want an excuse to use the term 'tongue-fuck' in public. Sue me. >_>
But as if to apologize for the shitty end to my night, Loretta magically started working properly again. YES.
* = I still don't actually know how to use this word properly. BUT IT SOUNDS SO COOL.