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| So I haven't written here in... months.
Time for a mini update.
School is... going
Still working at Aldo's
Got into Lion Ambassadors
Was president of the sorority last semester
Finally found a place to live
Started dating a super cute very smart boy
Graduating in May
Currently procrastinating
Alright, it's back to work time!
<3 ya'll! (:
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| Background:
the post office is a strange cross between a meat market and high
school. there's a lot of sexual -- stuff that goes on; groping,
innuendo, comments, jokes, etc. etc. i don't have a problem with
that. in fact more often than not, i join in.
The situation:
there's this guy on my tour, we'll call him peckerhead, who is (to put
it nicely) an ass. he's never been nice to me and has often made
comments about my appearance but they've never been that bad, and i've
always blown them off... until tonight. on my second break
tonight i went out to the 'exercise yard' and sat with peckerhead and
another lady we work with. he just went to town. he asked
me if they had made a new requirement that your boobs had to be a
certain size to get hired this year, said that we should go out but
he'd need a few drinks first and my head would just be buried in his
crotch the whole time anyway, that he thought he'd noticed a 'bulge'
(when i mentioned that i'm not particularly girly), he said something
about the back of a truck but i didn't quite catch it, he said
something about an 'odor' which is 'always worse with the large ones --
especially the red heads, and then he referred to me directly as 'the
large one.' now, i know i'm not particularly small, but i don't
think i'm quite deserving of that title. especially when one
looks at just how big he is. but that's not the point. i
had said to him at one point that if he didn't stop he was going to get
my bottle of ice down his pants. which he took to mean that i
wanted in his pants. finally i couldn't take it anymore and i got
up to leave. at which point he said oh the large one's getting
up. be careful. so i quite calmly walked over to where he
was sitting and dumped my entire (recently filled) bottle of ice on his
head and lap and then walked away. if he wanted to, he could
technically get me fired for that. but i told him that if he
tried anything i would bring him up on sexual harassment and hostile
work environment charges. to which he replied that they would
fire me because i'm just a casual and therefor expendable.
however, if they were to try, i would have no problem taking my story
to the news.
The question:
was i justified in giving peckerhead his cold 'shower?' or was i being as he called me, an idiot.
thanks (: | | |
| so i think i've decided on my new pick up line, but before i start
using it on people, i thought i'd try it on ya'll. let me know what
you think (:
"you're cute. can i tie you up and have my way with you?" | | |
| I am the boy who never finished high
school, because I got called a fag everyday
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a
lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual
woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled
nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my
partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the
two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could
adopt me.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating
high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted
to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid
getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed,
and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another
woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly
cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because
I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show
affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone
told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the woman who died when the EMTs stopped treating me as soon as they
realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person
if I didnt have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but
because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends im a lesbian, because they
constantly make fun of them.
I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because
two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson"
**This one is particularly special to me, after performing in The Laramie Project**
---IF YOU BELIEVE THAT HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG... REPOST THIS
---IF YOU ARE IGNORANT... IGNORE THIS
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