i'm too lazy to write a proper title, but

i know what i want to talk about.

i'm also too lazy to capitalize the first letter of every sentence, or the first letter of any proper nouns...which may make this post harder to read. i'm sorry.

but i am tired.

tired, i say, of being objectified.

check out this thread i made on april 5 about an experience i had.

as someone who already has a negative self-image and is uncomfortable with any form of attention, objectification is a special sort of hell for me.

i long for a jamaica, a caribbean, a world, where women can walk in peace and tranquility on the road.

and i'm fucking TIRED of seeing women making threads on twitter on how they've been harassed, how they've been reduced to nothing more than their breasts, legs, derriere, and genitalia, with just a sentence.

and to all the men (and unfortunately, women) whose favorite argument is "well if you wore proper clothes on the road he wouldn't have called to you", i say: a heartfelt fuck you.

women are harassed, and raped, whether they are wearing hijabs or bikinis. so don't tell me that shit about "she was asking for it because of her attire"

NO ONE EVER ASKS TO BE OBJECTIFIED. EVER.

break free of your patriarchal thought processes that seek to debase women. we are people too. we should be free to wear whatever the fuck we want to, as long as we are comfortable.

don't fucking tell me that i, as an adult cis female (i can't say het, because i'm not sure anymore), cannot or should not, wear my favorite v-neck shirt because i will be putting certain thoughts into the minds of men., and that i should, indeed, "cover up". don't fucking tell me that WOMEN, cis or trans, should pander to the sick desires of men, just because they're the head of the household. fuck that shit.

you know what you can say? tell the men to stop objectifying us. tell them that we women are just as important to the larger scheme of things as they are. women are goddesses and ought to be treated and respected as such.

tell the men to see us as more than the sum of our parts. we are more than our breasts, our legs, our bottoms, our genitals, just as how they are more than their dicks.

i am fucking sick and tired, i say, of painstakingly choosing an outfit that reduces the likelihood of my being catcalled on the road.

sick. and. tired.

see me inna mi tight jeans, mi short skirt, mi cleavage-baring blouse, mi battyrider, mi crop top, mi carnival backline costume, mi bikini, and leave me the fuck alone.

selah.