i went to this class where it was only 3 girls, including me, and about 15 boys. one of the guys was very loud and annoying, and also very inappropriate considering he had a girlfriend. anyway, we were having a break and i was kind of reaching for something when he smacked my ass like super hard. i was of course offended but i felt kind of humiliated so i didn't do or say anything??? i guess i was taken by surprise but i just wish i could have punched his fuckboy face off like it seemed you did
A little context.
I have, and always will be, angry. That’s just… like my go-to emotional state. It’s not healthy (I know, believe me) and it takes so very little to set me off.
Add to that years and years of self defense and well…
You get my initial reaction to punch anyone in the face that so much as comes close to touching me in an overly aggressive manner.
And honestly, you don’t even have to punch anyone. Words cut much deeper. Just remember that. So if you aren’t comfortable physically standing up for yourself, there are a number of ways to make it clear that you don’t want to be touched.
I was at work and I wearing a khaki pencil skirt. You know the ones that dip down to your knees but hug everything from your hips to your thighs? Yep. One of those. Black heels and a black cardigan completed my outfit.
Let me repeat:
I was at work.
And this guy that worked in security whistled and said, “Damn what I wouldn’t do to wrap those legs around my head.”
I turned around and politely asked him to repeat himself. He did, surprisingly enough. I have found that if you ask them to repeat themselves, they end up stammering that they didn’t say anything.
But he did. He said it again, all the while staring at my boobs.
So I told him, in that same politely sweet and innocent voice, “If you think a balding, middle aged piece of cat shit like yourself would ever be able to put your hands on me, your obviously diseased mind has taken a turn for the worst. I recommend professional help. And if you ever so much as look in my direction again, you can bet that I will tear your testicles off and shove them down your throat. Don’t worry. You won’t choke. They’re too small.”
Some of my other favorites include:
“You are an infected pus filled zit on Satan’s asshole.”
“How are you the sperm that made it through?”
“If you touch me again, I swear to everything that you hold sacred and holy, that you will never see the light of day again.”
You can make up your own, obviously.
I want to also add that you shouldn’t be humiliated. This overused dildo is the one who should be. Don’t let anyone put their hands on you. Don’t be afraid to stand up for yourself. And I know, believe me everyone tells me that it’s a lot easier for me to stand up for myself because I’m a loud mouth idiot that refuses to back down even when it’s very clear that I’m about to get my ass handed to me, that that is easier said than done. But don’t let him get away with it. Tell someone. Keep telling people. Keep saying it until someone listens.
You don’t owe it to anyone to be polite or nice or sweet. That’s not who we are. We don’t have to have their hands on our bodies if we don’t want it. We don’t have to be what they wants us to be. If you’re pissed, then feel it. If you’re humiliated, examine why. Be that annoying three year old asking why until you figure it out.
Remember, my first instinct is anger. That’s not yours. That’s ok. You’ll probably get in a lot less trouble than I did. But follow your instinct. Is it to cry? Man, then fucking cry. Stand there and sob. Make him feel like the biggest piece of shit to walk this earth. Is it to stay quiet until you can tell someone when you feel safe? That’s fucking smart.
You do you, sugar. But never quiet that little voice in your head that tells you what to do.