At least I feel safer. On lock-down, but safer.
Who knew that protection could feel so isolating and confining? I guess
everyone. I don’t think he’d hurt me, but I’m definitely scared. Those bug
eyes, the weird set to his mouth that spits out a drunken slur. Leaning over
with his shirt unbuttoned exposing his wife beater that covers his weird alien
like belly. Men shouldn’t be pear shaped. I just don’t know how it went from
annoying to full-blown creepy so quickly. I guess telling a coworker that you want
to fuck them multiple times and then when they say no reply with “you can’t
change it” (or something to that effect).
Growing up as a woman right now is difficult. I’m 26 and still
growing up, ideally you shouldn’t ever stop, right? How does one find a balance
between femininity and strength? Gumption exists, but can you have gumption
without seeming butch?
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