Lemme start by apologizing for my language & talk of sexuality if any family happens to see this but other than that I couldn’t care less.
I am so goddamn tired of the paradox of sexuality that women are subjected to & expected to navigate from the day we’re born. This isn’t new & my take on it certainly isn’t; I’m just fucking fed up.
I wish I could go out in public without at least one mediocre ass man leering at my chest, telling me how sexy I am, &/or cornering me into conversation until I’m able to extricate myself with another bullshit lie about a nonexistent boyfriend because “no thank you” never fucking cut it. I shouldn’t have to wear a goddamn turtleneck to interact with other humans, nor should I have to critique my selfies before I post them online because God forbid a tiny bit of cleavage shows.
News flash: I have huge boobs. I can’t help that anything I wear looks slutty. It’s so fucking dehumanizing to spend half an hour trying on clothes, crying the whole time, to find something that is work-appropriate, or comfy yet functional, only to receive comments thanking me for blessing the world with my tits.
And don’t even get me started on OnlyFans. I was in a dire situation financially, so I figured at least from the safety of my own home, I could control how my body was seen by others while making money for something that gets me unwanted attention every single day anyway.
HAHAHAHAHA.
Boy the incessant messages, the finding me on & following me to other platforms, the outrageous requests, the borderline stalking, not to mention the absolute disdain finding out who some of your clients really are.
This is such an incoherent post, sorry. Brought to you by a previous boss, a former hookup that is fully aware I’m uncomfortable with anything sexual, & an acquaintance who thinks it’s okay to access someone’s nudes without consent.
I too am not a bit tamed—I too am untranslatable 