I am sick.
I am sick and tired of being treated like a conquest a man can claim, or a challenge a man can win.
I am sick and tired of men treating me like an object that has solely been invented for their entertainment.
Just because I’m single doesn’t mean I’m fair game;
Just because I am single doesn’t mean I am desperate enough to give in to the flirtations / sexual advances of married men.
There is not a dimension or a parallel universe or any time nor place where I will be a home wrecker.
I am not just a v*gina walking with two legs.
I am not someone you talk to because you needed a laugh or someone you invite over to try your tricks on — expecting, hoping I would put out.
I was not put in this world to smile for you, or to make you feel good about yourself.
I am a person.
With feelings, with a sense of self worth.
I am someone loved, and respected, and deeply cared for by family, by friends.
I may not have a boyfriend but that doesn’t mean I will jump into bed with the first person who shows interest in me;
I may not have a man in my life right now but that does not give you the right to think that I will be easy;
to think so lowly of me and to try and assault me, and make me squirm with discomfort.
I am sick. And utterly insulted. And completely disappointed. And feeling hopeless.
Luckily, I am also strong, and resilient, and not afraid to call you out on your rude, disgusting behavior.
I am a woman.
I am someone who’s had enough.