I have these shorts. I love them. They make me feel like a Haim. They’re black, a little sparkly, and high-waisted. I fucking LOVE them. But I may never wear them again. 384 more words
An Open Letter to Everyone Who's Asked for My Phone Number and A Polite Explanation for Why I Refused
I need a little rant now after being chatted up fairly intrusively at the bus stop yesterday evening.
It sucks being rejected, I know. You see an approachable person in a public space and decide to have a go. 837 more words
TW: sexuelle Belästigung
“I get it. I know that you’re tired of hearing rape poems. I am tired of hearing rape poems. The same way soldiers are tired of hearing their own guns go off. 978 more words