| March 2, 2006 I also don't like being called a tease. I remember one night 4 different people called me that. One of them calmed me down by saying it was better than being a slut. But that really bothers me that people can either view a woman as a slut or a tease and not a human being with fucking morals. Maybe you misinterpret my midriff-bearing shirt as an invitation. Dumbass. The way I dress has nothing to do with you. It's about me and how I feel in my skin and in my clothes. Taking a bit of pride in my appearance is not for you. You can call me a bitch because I don't want to "hook up" (btw, ew, I'd sooner and safer lick a stranger's foot), but I have done nothing to lead you on in anyway. Friendly conversation is not flirting. Heaven forbid I should dare talk to a straight and single member of the opposite sex without nefarious ulterior motives. Yeah I'm single. No I don't want you to be my boyfriend. What the hell is wrong with me, you ask? What could possibly be wrong with a woman who doesn't feel incomplete, who doesn't need someone else to validate her existance, who isn't such an attention whore as to need someone to cling to and dote upon her every waking moment? Yeah, she's definitely a weirdo. I'm not a tease just because I'm not a slut. I want respect from people and act in such a way as to deserve that respect. I'm not religious, but I do have morals and self-respect. I will never regret having never had a one-night stand, having never had a pregnancy scare, or having never been considered "easy" or "loose" for my actions, unlike untold numbers of young women on this campus. I'm no uptight, conservative prude, but I am me. I am responsible, and I can have a blast without degrading and demeaning myself and without letting anyone else do it to me either. And on that note, I repost my favorite (for obvious reasons) Vagina Monologue. MY SHORT SKIRT My short skirt is not an invitation a provocation an indication that I want it or give it or that I hook. My short skirt is not begging for it it does not want you to rip it off me or pull it down. My short skirt is not a legal reason for raping me although it has been before it will not hold up in the new court. My short skirt, believe it or not has nothing to do with you. My short skirt is about discovering the power of my lower calves about cool autumn air traveling up my inner thighs about allowing everything I see or pass or feel to live inside. My short skirt is not proof that I am stupid or undecided or a malleable little girl. My short skirt is my defiance I will not let you make me afraid My short skirt is not showing off this is who I am before you made me cover it or tone it down. Get used to it. My short skirt is happiness I can feel myself on the ground. I am here. I am hot. My short skirt is a liberation flag in the women�s army I declare these streets, any streets my vagina�s country. My short skirt is turquoise water with swimming colored fish a summer festival in the starry dark a bird calling a train arriving in a foreign town my short skirt is a wild spin a full breath a tango dip my short skirt is initiation appreciation excitation. But mainly my short skirt and everything under it is Mine. Mine. Mine. |