
I like to think I am a pretty tough chick and can hold my own in most situations. Sure, I’ve been naïve in the past and have had some pretty wild encounters – that’s all part of the rollercoaster of life. However, nothing I have ever experienced before compares to that sick, defenceless vulnerability you feel when you know you are being preyed upon by a man.
I’m not talking about a dick in a club. I’m talking about 3am, on your way home, tired, maybe a little delirious, with just enough wit about you to realise the seemingly helpless situation you have gotten yourself into.
Some people would ‘righteously’ say – “well, you shouldn’t have been walking home that late.”
Really?! I can’t enjoy the walk home after work because it’s late and I was born a woman with breasts and a uterus as opposed to a penis and too much testosterone?
Regardless of what you would say – that is THE fact. And quite frankly, the facts are fucked.
It shouldn’t matter what time it is, what I look like, what I am wearing, where I have come from OR what I bare on my chest and between my legs – it is all irrelevant.
We are not your game.
We are your mothers, your sisters, your aunties, your grandmothers, your friends and your lovers so please – RESPECT and PROTECT WOMEN.
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