Honest moment in the life of a Jes:
Last night on the way downtown I was at a stoplight and some kid, the pure stereotype of an teenage angry white cisgender male, started shouting and banging the side of his friend’s car I can only assume trying to get my attention.
Naturally startled, I turned to look. He locked eyes with me while he was yelling and once he saw he had my attention we were in a staring contest.
Then he started shouting “you wanna fuck?! FUCK ME.”
I kept a mom glare on my face until he looked away and then angrily flipped him off.
The driver saw laughed and said something to the guy in which he turned back towards me, nearly hanging outside of his car shouting “YOU WANNA FUCK?! PULL OVER AND I’LL FUCK YOU. YOU CAN’T SAY NO NOW.”
To which my response, teething in anger (can’t say no? All I did was look at you you fucking prick!) was the motion of the middle finger going into a hole. Me laughing and shaking my head no.
Which was enough for him to nearly fall out of his car trying to slap the front end of my car yelling at me to pull over or he’d follow me and make me take his dick. Light turns green, driver makes them split off. They don’t follow me.
Should I have not flicked him off? Probably not.
Should I have not made lewd gestures? Surely no. Two wrongs never make a right. Never the less, I reflect on it as a woman who stood up (however ineffective) to a ridiculous bully shouting for sexual advances, and in doing so, was threatened to be raped by a chubby faced-looked like he was still in high school youth.
That’s it. No moral. We’re all terrible, emotional people. Some a lot more than others.
—jes
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