I haven’t been able to look at my pussy for days. It’s reminding me of…him. I couldn’t wear mittens when Troy took me to the indoor ice-skating rink, cuz, well, they remind me of what he did to me.
I forgot you exists until I caught you leering at me, making me feel like I’m property. I forgot that you are the bad apple of summer.
I will not let you think that you or anyone else is entitled to tell me that my body is your problem.
Literally as I sit down to write this right now my heart is racing.
A response to the men.
One of you — I’ll call you Sloppy — took a long drag of your cigarette and narrowed your eyes as I started to walk past, trying to make eye-contact with me. You then blew out the smoke into my face, trying to get my attention.
What about the women who never get cat called? The women who get completely ignored? The women who have eyes averted from their gaze as if the man is scared he will catch her “ugliness”?
Bystander intervention. Have you heard about this thing? I bet you have, and I bet you’ve done it without thinking.
See something pretty, try and touch it.
It shouldn’t have to be the sole responsibility of the victim to fight back.