For Humor's Sake...
For Ricky's birthday he wanted us to go to Tracks downtown. So I went with them. It was my first time at a club. Here's a list of things that happened: Walked into a guy peeing in the girls' bathroom. He hadn't locked the door and it was open so I didn't think there was anyone in there, and there was a guy. I start freaking out and rambling out apologies and he brutally states, "Um, excuse me? I think the door was closed!" But it wasn't. It was open and unlocked.
I was kicked in the face by a gay cowboy who was pulling himself up on some rails and I turned around at the wrong time.
Ricky elbowed me in the nose.
Some guy was grinding himself against me and was polite enough to introduce himself as Brian. It was weird. I politely walked away. But several times I was in an awkward manwhich which I tried very hard to escape. They also tried to make me take off my sweater. Which was never going to happen. And they smacked my butt and tried to grope me.
It actually ticks me off. Don't touch me, I'm not your property, I'm a human being and I find it disrespectful. I don't care if you think I'm inhibited or sexually frustrated or repressed, I'm not. I just happen to like being clothed in public and I don't want anyone grabbing my chest. Really it's not to much to ask. I'm more than happy to vote for your civil rights, so don't ignore my rights to be left as I am. I'm happy as a slightly more reserved person, it doesn't mean that I'm repressed. I hate it when people always assume that I'm repressed because I don't hang it all out there. They assume that secretly I'm dying to break free from my normal behavior and be some sex-crazed fiend. But here's the thing... I picked my lifestyle for logical and very sincere reasons. If I don't drink it's because alcohol is a poison and I don't need any more, I've picked mine and it's sugar. If I don't wear revealing outfits it's because I appreciate the human form but have chosen to display mine in a different manner that chooses comfort over flashy. If I don't grind it's because I prefer swing dancing and looking like an idiot doing "The Lawnmower."
I know I shouldn't rant but after last night, it disturbs me to think that people think I need to break loose. I'm happy as I am. I don't "liberation." I'm very mad that they didn't respect my wishes and assumed what I wanted. I know myself better than they do or ever will, and it didn't make me happy at all.
Men were in their underwear! They have no more secrets to share with anyone...
Outside the club there was this girl who parked freakishly close to me who got in a hit and run and had a police officer helping her out. She was really stressed and imagine her excitement when I accidentally (but very slowly) backed into her car right in front of the police officer. I didn't do anything I was going so slowly but I'm sure I didn't make her night any better. I hate parking in Denver, sometimes people park so close you can't get out without hitting a bumper. I know, excuses excuses, but I have a tiny car and I hit her car going slowly in a matter of seconds. I'm not surprised that someone hit her car before I did accidentally. The difference is, I didn't do any harm lucky me.
I received a cake for free.
I was kicked in the face by a gay cowboy who was pulling himself up on some rails and I turned around at the wrong time.
Ricky elbowed me in the nose.
Some guy was grinding himself against me and was polite enough to introduce himself as Brian. It was weird. I politely walked away. But several times I was in an awkward manwhich which I tried very hard to escape. They also tried to make me take off my sweater. Which was never going to happen. And they smacked my butt and tried to grope me.
It actually ticks me off. Don't touch me, I'm not your property, I'm a human being and I find it disrespectful. I don't care if you think I'm inhibited or sexually frustrated or repressed, I'm not. I just happen to like being clothed in public and I don't want anyone grabbing my chest. Really it's not to much to ask. I'm more than happy to vote for your civil rights, so don't ignore my rights to be left as I am. I'm happy as a slightly more reserved person, it doesn't mean that I'm repressed. I hate it when people always assume that I'm repressed because I don't hang it all out there. They assume that secretly I'm dying to break free from my normal behavior and be some sex-crazed fiend. But here's the thing... I picked my lifestyle for logical and very sincere reasons. If I don't drink it's because alcohol is a poison and I don't need any more, I've picked mine and it's sugar. If I don't wear revealing outfits it's because I appreciate the human form but have chosen to display mine in a different manner that chooses comfort over flashy. If I don't grind it's because I prefer swing dancing and looking like an idiot doing "The Lawnmower."
I know I shouldn't rant but after last night, it disturbs me to think that people think I need to break loose. I'm happy as I am. I don't "liberation." I'm very mad that they didn't respect my wishes and assumed what I wanted. I know myself better than they do or ever will, and it didn't make me happy at all.
Men were in their underwear! They have no more secrets to share with anyone...
Outside the club there was this girl who parked freakishly close to me who got in a hit and run and had a police officer helping her out. She was really stressed and imagine her excitement when I accidentally (but very slowly) backed into her car right in front of the police officer. I didn't do anything I was going so slowly but I'm sure I didn't make her night any better. I hate parking in Denver, sometimes people park so close you can't get out without hitting a bumper. I know, excuses excuses, but I have a tiny car and I hit her car going slowly in a matter of seconds. I'm not surprised that someone hit her car before I did accidentally. The difference is, I didn't do any harm lucky me.
I received a cake for free.