It’s that time of the month…
Dear Diary,
What do YOU do when people just stare at you in public? My big brother says I should just ignore them and do whatever it is I was doing before I noticed – or find something distracting to do to take my mind off their rapeyness.
He’s definitely the Yoda in the family, because I’m just a tad bit too fiery to sit there all meek and timid while a random motherfucker just ogles me.
Case in point: a few days ago.
I had some errands to run with Anne, and we were using public transportation (which we often do). I had my headphones in and was jamming away while I was getting work done and looked up… and saw this guy just unblinkingly staring at me.
Creepy, right? Happens more often than you might think.
Now, I wasn’t wearing anything overly provocative – just plain black sweatpants and a sweatshirt – and I definitely wasn’t exuding any kind of “come talk to me” vibe. I was working. And writing. And bombing Anne with random pictures of horse penises (because she hates that shit 😅).
My first reaction was to look away and try to ignore him.
My second was to question why that was my first reaction.
My third was to stare back at him just as intensely and unblinkingly as he was me.
So there we were, having a staring contest on the train, a contest I ultimately won. But not before he glared at me and shook his head, like I was being rude for staring back at him or something.
Cause logic, you know?
Anyway, is there a proper and polite way to respond to a situation like that? What do you guys do? Why do you think people do that shit to begin with?! Just curious…
On to more important things: ITS THAT TIME OF THE MONTH, MOTHERFUCKERS! The first post in my Writing 101 class has gone up, and can be found here: https://buff.ly/2Wjlz0R
Go check it out. Participate. Discuss. Learn. Orgasm. ✊
Do keep in mind that it’s not just for writing erotica, but for writing in any genre. And it’s interactive – I expect students to ask questions, and they can expect me to answer them ASAP. Don’t let my goofiness fool you – I know a LOT about this shit yo.
Hopefully I’ll see you there.
Anyway, back to work for me. I have a universe to destroy… 😉
#Alexa
💡 The More You Know 💡
Researchers at Queens University found even though straight women reported only being aroused by men, most women became aroused at every stimulus they saw — inclusive of men’s and women’s bodies, heterosexual and homosexual sex, and even animal sex.
It has been my experience that some of the most obnoxious, rude, racist and sexist behavior gets exhibited on public transportation. The memories of which inform my decision from long ago to shun public transportation. Those experiences include:
– The young woman at night on the #43 near the intersection of Olive Way and John, who begged me to get off the bus with her and walk her to her apartment building (which I did) because of the three black guys who were verbally harassing her on the Bus.
– The crazy ^(*&$#%^ on the #7 heading up to Capitol Hill who was spontaneously cursing and insulting all the women around him.
– The fat white guy on the #72 heading downtown from the U-District on torchlight parade night who was randomly insulting and cursing at every passenger near him. We had an equal-opportunity hater that night. To his credit, the driver kicked the A-hole off from the bus.
– The drunk woman with her two daughters riding the #71 to the U-District from downtown who was loudly singing “La Vida Loca” from the back of the Bus. She knew it by heart, even drunk off her ass, but she sounded and smelled awful.
– The huge fat guy on the northbound express bus on a hot August day who filled the entire bus with stench, pulled the chord from the back of the bus to get off, and then walked down the aisle to the front with the back of his trousers visually announcing to all of the other passengers that he had thoroughly soiled himself while seated on the Bus. The little old Japanese women seated at the front of the bus then reacted in horror, scoogied up next to the driver, then retrieved bits of Kleenex from their purses and offered them to the driver while pointing and gesturing to the back of the bus where Poopy-Arbuckle had been seated. The driver was suitably horrified at the suggestion.
– The stupid drunk white guys on the north bound #2 reeking up the bus with the smells of booze, cigarettes and bodily waste (all at the same time).
– Then there was the three guys who chased me at night from my bus-stop downtown because I was carrying my laptop bag over my shoulder because they accused me of wearing “a purse”.
I could go on, but the stories tend to get repetitious and involve certain themes of bad behavior, threats of violence, misogyny and/ or extremely poor personal hygiene on the part of Seattle’s fine transit riders.
THAT is why I will never, ever step foot on public mass-Transit ever again.
Whoa. 😳
Riding urban buses at night was a real eye-opener. That’s when most of the experiences I described took place. If some creepy guy is staring at you or trying to engage you in conversation on the bus, go ahead and call him on it (but I would caution against doing so if you are alone or if it is happening in the evening or at night with few other passengers onboard; most bus drivers in my experience did not intervene).
Hey Alexa, In our monthly newsletter at the beginning of February that goes out to our ‘subscribers’ we’ll mention the class on writing again even though the first lesson was already given. We hope you’ll get more ‘students’.
Good luck with it.
Richie
Thanks! 😍
I hope that I can return for the lessons! 😭😭😭
As for the story, oh wow, and I have many weird stories to say and if you think that’s bad, you haven’t seen nothing yet cause you’ll be like “What the fuck?!!! afterwards.
At the same time, oh no, that’s weird in my case. 🤔
I hope you can return for the lessons too! I think you’ll get a lot out of them. 😊