I visited some old coworkers yesterday in San Jose and one particular friend persisted in sexually harassing me with vulgar sexual comments pretty much the entire night and said a lot of things that were way inappropriate. At first, it was like whatever, he’s being the classic drunk old Japanese man, but it got to a point where I kept telling him to shut the fuck up, but alas, it kept going.
I’m not sure what’s up with the harassment lately. Most of the time I dress like a guy or a hobo or both and I act like a guy to the point where my friends say, “Wait, you’re a GIRL???” so wtf?
In any case, I don’t care if you’re a man or woman or neither or both, just be a decent person please.
I was out hanging out with friends last night in downtown San Francisco. There’s a lot of shady people in SF, no matter what time of day, but meh, I even walk around the worst parts of town by myself.
As I walked down Powell, some stranger walked up really close to me, made a really rude sexual comment, and then walked off. I thought, “Wait, did that just happen?” and looked back at him and he was still staring at me and shouted racist comments at me.
Is it really 2014? Am I really in San Francisco? Dafuq?
So I saw my mom yesterday and because I’m currently doing freelance work (or according to my mom, unemployed), she said I must be leeching off of my partner for my financial needs.
I told him that he replied, “It’s actually the other way around lol.”
And I’ve had Hoshi’s Himo (leech) song stuck in my head since then.
I think we all agree Mao Asada had the
most kickass tear jerkinginspirational performance of the night.
Mao Asada, possibly her last skate ever, puts on one of the most inspiring performances of the Sochi Olympics.
It sucks when someone you have feelings for doesn’t share those feelings; it happens to women all the time, too. We hear “I just want to be friends” and “you’re like one of the guys” and “you’re like a sister to me” just as often. But you’ll never hear a woman complain that guys just don’t appreciate a Nice Girl because we’re taught it’s our own fucking fault when we’re rejected—we aren’t pretty enough or thin enough or sexy enough, we weren’t sexual enough or were too sexual, we put out too much or too little or too soon or not soon enough, we didn’t wear our hair the right way or our skirt the right length, we’re “too tomboyish” or “too butch” or “too feminine”, or we’re “not their type”, or we’re otherwise not good enough in various ways to entice the man to grace us with his affection.
But when we’re not interested in someone, we’re vilified. We’re the bitch that lead them on, the bitch who let them buy us dinner but didn’t want to date them, the bitch who doesn’t appreciate a nice guy, the bitch they were nice to and then got nothing in return from.
And, frankly, fuck those people. Showing interest in me, being friendly with me, getting close to me, or eating a meal with me (even if they paid for it) doesn’t obligate me to open my heart or my legs. And anyone who doesn’t appreciate my friendship sure as hell doesn’t deserve my love or my pussy.