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Wednesday, September 16, 2009
You pathetic piece of shit with your straightened bob haircut, looking like some sad stereotype from a blaxploitation film...Who the fuck do you think you are, stalking a lone girl late at night walking home?
I told you to fuck off, and that I was on my way home, but you followed me down the street in your car, pulling over every block. Your 50-year old white lady driver just added to the creep factor, and no, I don't like weed, and even if I did, you can take yours and shove it up your sorry ass.
How dare you make me feel threatened in my own neighborhood! I was having a great night, and then suddenly I was afraid for my life, envisioning terrible scenarios and planning escape routes when I was just trying to walk home. Fuck you, you sorry ass piece of shit!!
To all the males out there that think women overreact to the "perceived" threat of being a woman alone at night on the street: When was the last time you had to fear for your life and the sanctity of your vagina? When was the last time you suddenly felt that your life could be terrifyingly changed in an instant? When was the last time someone tried to take your power away, and scared you so badly it left you shaking?
Why should being a woman automatically mean knowing fear?---A very angry me0w
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