Monday 29 January 2018

I am tired. Of having to argue the case. Of being questioned by everyone for every time a dude has pushed instead of backing off at a rejection, doubled down and made a scene.

Because the worst ones are the people who should know better... 'You were asking for it,' whether he just got gropey or a whole lot nastier it doesn't matter. I am tired. So welcome to hell.




A/N: particularly relevant now because I heard a rape whistle go off somewhere down the end of my street at 5am and I couldn't find her, can only hope it stopped because she* got to safety. (*female, I'm assuming bc I don't know any guys with rape whistles).

Sunday 7 January 2018

Shorty and the flock have come around for lunch, cat tried to pounce at them unsuccessfully.