If you've read this post, then you already know that a week ago, I went to a party. We got to the club early so there weren't a lot of people there but eventually they started to come and the fuller the club got, the more annoyed I was by the fact that there were hardly any women there. There were about 7 girls, myself included, 3 of them were gay, I and another girl were there with our boyfriends and I couldn't help but feel sorry for the 2 remaining female creatures. Why sorry? Because men are fucking desperate.
I've had my fair share of altercations spurred by male desperation and I want to share a couple of them with you so I can defend my case. Exhibit A: I was at a club with a friend when I all of a sudden felt a set of hands grabbing my shirt from behind and starting to pull it over my head. I turned in a second, shoved the guy away and cussed the shit out of him, while all he had to say for himself was: "I just wanted to see your tattoo, what's wrong with that?" What's wrong with that? I have to explain a grown man why you can't undress random people in public? I should have punched you, you dumbass...
Exhibit B: I walked past a group of guys at a party as one grabbed my ass and said some lovely things to me, at which point I turned and shoved him as hard as I could calling him several lovely names in return. He was really surprised by me shoving him, so he fell on the ground. Then 3 of his boyfriends started coming towards me, saying that they're going to beat me because I shoved their friend and I started screaming: "How lame are you that you have to have 3 of your pit bulls stick up for you!! Oh, you're so tough, all 4 of you are gonna beat up a girl!! Well fuck all of you!!" (I really don't know when to shut up...) Then luckily my friend came over, he grabbed me around my waist and carried me into the crowd while I was swinging and kicking like a rabid Chihuahua so nothing happened. Those 4 cock-suckers were lucky my friend came and saved them.
Exhibit C: A guy at a club grabbed my crotch as I walked past him in a crowd, so I turned and poked him in the eyes with my middle and index finger.
Exhibit D: A guy grabbed my butt at a party as I walked past him and I turned around and slapped him.
Exhibit E, F, G...: I had guys pulling on my hair, grazing my boobs, grabbing my butt, boobs and basically everything else, and they all got to see a bit of my physical side, but probably not the one that they were hoping for. Except for one guy.
Exhibit I'M-OUT-OF-LETTERS: I was walking towards the restrooms at a club, when I felt a hand on my butt. I turned around and saw three morons all grinning like they'd just gotten a blow job by a mermaid or something. I said:
"Ok, which one of you was it?" I intentionally said that with a smile. And it worked, because the guy that did it volunteered himself.
"It was me." Still with that stupid grin on his slimy face.
"Ok, listen. I just wanna know. Why the fuck did you do that?" No more smile. No more grin.
"Erm, I just... Em..."
"No, tell me, when has this approach ever worked for you? When has a girl after you've just grabbed her ass ever turned and said: 'I want you so bad, you stud, let's go to the bathroom and fuck all night long.'"
"Em, never. But maybe you'll be the first?"
"I won't be. Even if I didn't have a boyfriend, it would NEVER happen. But since I do have a boyfriend, let me tell you this - he fucked more girls than all 4 of you have or ever will. You wanna know why? Because he's funny and considerate and isn't a groping creep standing in the shadows waiting for girls to go by so he could grab on them and jerk off to a memory of an ass-grab when he got home."
"Heeey, you don't know how much sex we're having!"
"Obviously not much. Tell me something. If you went to the grocery store with your mom and all of a sudden some old grandpa grabbed her butt while she'd be putting a can of peas in the cart, what would you do?"
"I'd sock him in his face."
"Fuck yeah, I would."
"So what makes you think you're not 2 seconds away from getting punched yourself?"
"Erm... I just..."
"That was a rhetorical question. I'm not gonna punch you, that ship has sailed. Just leave me the fuck alone and stop acting like a dick." Now looking back, I kind of wish I punched him.
No matter how many times this sort of thing happens to me, it always pisses me off and I want to and have to react. But there are women who don't get why this bothers me as much as it does or at all because - as they say - "that's how things are". How the fuck is that any justification or argument for anything?! There were times when women weren't allowed to vote or go to school, when it was ok to enslave other human beings or to put an entire race into concentration camps and off them like they were a bunch of mosquitoes, that's how things were and if everybody kept saying "well, that's how things are, you know, deal with it" nothing that's wrong would ever get right. And yes, grabbing other people's private parts without their consent is wrong, W-R-O-N-G. Don't believe me? There's a law saying that I'm right:
"Sexual harassment is any form of undesired verbal, non-verbal or physical action or behavior of sexual nature with the effect or intent of adversely affection the dignity of a person." That's the Slovenian law on sexual harassment and I'm sure other countries have a pretty similar one. And do you want to know something else? In Slovenia, you can get up to 5 years in prison for sexual harassment. I'm not even talking about rape, for that the punishment is more severe, I'm talking about grabbing a girls behind - as bootylicious and scrumptious as it might be - without the girl's consent. So next time, I'm not going to get upset. Next time, I'm not going to get mad, angry or furious and I'm definitely not punching anyone anymore. I have another plan...
Next time, when I'll be at a club, from wall to wall filled with dicks in attack mode, and there'll be only about 7 girls there and all of us will feel like a used tampon in a shark tank, I'm just going to wait and let the bitches come. And when they come and make a dick move, I'm going to find the nearest bouncer, point the dude out and say: "This guy just grabbed me and I have several of my friends who can vouch for that. Either throw him out or I'm calling the police and filing a sexual harassment charge and the night will end for everybody. You decide." We'll see 'how things are' then.
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