Yesterday I was driving home from work and was passed by a Jeep (one of those no top, no doors little numbers) with three shirtless dudes whoopin’ it up. If I had felt more like a real person instead of a work zombie, and hadn’t been in a mom-van, I would have sped up a bit to give them the eyes. No reason really, they’re probably assholes, but just because they were being boys. I can appreciate that.
Two years ago I would have vommed in my mouth a little bit and judged the shit out of them. But that was back when men were terrifying. Before I realized when I turn heads it’s only an insult to me if I can’t just accept the goddamned compliment, and before I realized there’s no reason to keep my thoughts strictly to myself, that an approving sweep of the eyes from me, the more obvious the better, has a lot more potential to make someone’s day than a dead stare (hey, if I’m already thinking it, might as well let you know too).
I’m perfectly opened to being charmed, and I’ll happily admit I doe-eye myself out of a lot of sticky situations. I like to think it brings a little warmth to the anonymous interactions we have every day, rubbing up against strangers we’ll never see again. Naturally, I’d prefer those strangers to be boys. Boys with their cars and their peacocking and their hard muscles and hungry eyes.
the best compliments are when people compliment you on things about yourself that you thought only you knew or noticed because its like wow you actually must like me if you noticed that about me thank you and what should we name our children
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I need feminism because I fucking love sex. I refuse to allow rapists and Republicans to use sex as a weapon of violence and intimidation. I need feminism—and feminists—to reclaim sex as a consensual act of pleasure NOW.
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