On My Skepticism of Trusting Guys, or The Chilling Reality of Rape Culture

On My Skepticism of Trusting Guys, or The Chilling Reality of Rape Culture

Trigger Warnings: Discussion of rape, sexual assault, molestation, rape culture

I will couch this entire post with a disclaimer: I love guys. I think they’re fascinating, fun, sexy creatures. I am not a man-hating queer feminist. Far from it. But I do have my reservations.

I’ve always had trouble trusting guys.

Continue reading “On My Skepticism of Trusting Guys, or The Chilling Reality of Rape Culture”

On Catcalling or, once some kids almost ran me over with a car for yelling back at them

On Catcalling or, once some kids almost ran me over with a car for yelling back at them

PA Shakes 2007 302Yours truly, Summer 2007, with the Liberty Bell

It was the summer of 2007. I had just turned 21, and I had sassy middling-short unnatural burgundy hair. I had a vaguely badass sense of style, and, if I do say so myself, a booty that just wouldn’t quit. After years of insecurities, I had finally gotten to a point where I didn’t give a fuck what people thought…most of the time. I was a pretty hardcore bitch in the best possible way.

PA Shakes 2007 367I mean, they installed a pole for the Shop Party.  What else was I supposed to do?

I was working as a theatrical stitcher at a summer theatre in Pennsylvania, and I had decided that I was going to go to an outdoor shopping mall in a neighboring town by myself.

Continue reading “On Catcalling or, once some kids almost ran me over with a car for yelling back at them”