my uncle used to be one of those people who drove dead people to cemeteries and such
then he became a taxi driver and the person he was driving tapped his shoulder to ask a question and my uncle screamed really loud
I’m sure that’s what he thought.
as women, we are conditioned to smile and be polite
i’m trying to recondition myself to not do that
i’m sick of my automatic response to creepy fuckin dudes being a nervous smile and nausea
i want a chronic bitch face and when i get harassed i want my first response to be to spit and sneer
fuck your street harassment and fuck being polite
All I want for Christmas is a cabin in the mountains with lots of big windows and a huge porch with a view and deep trails in the woods around it for running and hiking and biking and exploring and a lake nearby for kayaking and pretty sunrises and a free schedule to draw and paint and cook.