they could have a calendar!

Oct 20, 2008 15:06

Ah, the men of Fairmount.

Saturday morning while I was stretching on the back porch, one stopped to pee on my fence. He looked around Sex Workers' Dispute Alley but not at the houses or yards that face it (there are like 4 - this is no dark and private alley), and was so surprised when I chortled that he turned around without zipping up. To his credit, he excused himself politely.

Sunday evening a slightly gap-toothed man in at least his 40s (I'd guess 50-something) on R street waved me over as I drove home. He wanted to tell me how sexy I am and ask if I'd call him if he gave me his number. He was also more-or-less polite, so I avoided pointing out that I do not drive down the street for his consumption and questions.

I'm annoyed by the presumption that some guy has a right to just proposition me like that, the idea that I should interrupt whatever I'm doing to consider it. Is this a class thing? A culture thing? The menfolk of my acquaintance pretty much never do this thing.

Ironically, I'm really not annoyed by the alley peeing at all.

fairmount, angry feminist

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