Today as I stopped at a corner on my bike and a guy walked past me, clearly fucking leering at me. I grabbed my crotch and spreaded wider. He mounted behind me, his hand at once on my crotch.
His sense of blameless-ness was just through the damn roof. Clearly, if I’m going to wear shorts, I am mad about men objectifying me. THEY ARE NATURALLY GOING TO DO SO. MEN ARE NOT REQUIRED TO RESPECT FAGS. We are required to display and be treated like the bitches we are.
Like the option of respecting me wasn’t even evident to him. Ain’t that some shit? That really needs to be triggered. It is hot outside. Seriously.
Because apparently I have to be the bitch, I should fucking have to
(Source: boysofoz, via siulalejandro1)