#sexualharrasment
i'll wear anything, and old men will say:
"god, you're basically asking for it."
was i asking for it when i told him no?
was i asking for it when i pushed him away?
was i asking for it when i ran?
was she asking for it when she wore a short skirt?
was she asking for it when she wore a tight shirt?
was she asking for it when she got hurt?
it's not my ******* fault you're so disgusting,
as to sexualize a child because of their tight clothing.
you can try to **** us, hell, maybe you'll even succeed,
but it's
not
my
*******
fault
Mar 28
Mar 28, 2026 at 1:34 AM UTC
first time in the guy's locker room.
you put your hand on my shoulder.
it was sweaty and hot,
but i felt chills.
you looked at me, panting, tent in your sweatpants
your grip was getting tighter.
"come to my office. now."
i was just in my binder and boxers.
"no. im changing."
i responded.
you placed your other sweaty palm on my free shoulder.
you started dragging me to the enclosed, cum-smelling room.
nobody batted an eye.
is this how boys are?
i looked at your wrinkled, ugly, needing face.
i ******* ran.
what would have happened if i hadn't?
Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 12:11 AM UTC
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**The definition of thot [that ** over there], via Urban Dictionary**
A woman who pretends to be the type of valuable female commodity who rightfully earns male commitment—until the man discovers that she’s just a cheap imitation of a “good girl” who is good for nothing, and definitely not for relationships or respect.
If women are products, then thots are cheap goods. More than that, they’re knockoffs: low-quality merchandise that attempts to masquerade as luxury items.
*They generally dress in cheap clothing, try to act like they're better than they really are, or think they're not ****** but high class when they're nothing close to classy. They demand respect, money, gifts, dates but do nothing to deserve any of it because they have no self-respect, no manners, low self esteem, little education and on top of all that they are thots because they have no self worth.*
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he called me a thot.
the same blood-boy nightmare who bragged about his foot fetish and double cup. too cheap to buy actavis generics, so he drank himself into a stupor on walgreens brand dye-free cough syrup. he acted black, said words white boys shouldn't have near their mouths. his friends were ableist at the best, and misogynist at worst.
he called other girls thots too.
but i was different. stick-and-poke told trans king who told american spirit who told blood-boy what i confided in a friend. a story that ends and begins with my tears, tears from gagging, tears from telling my mother about the worst three minutes of my life and how my knees and heart hurt afterwards.
i embodied thot.
left my family for friends, joked about the pain until it hurt even more. i found myself crying in bathroom stalls, looking down at my body in the bathtub as i learned to breathe water. the girls said i was thick, i didn't know if they meant it in a good way. the boys said worse. i wore camouflage pants, comme de garçons tops, air force ones. i jumped on trends like a wild cat stalking prey. but i could never catch anything worthwhile with my soft, clawed paws.
he smiled like he was better than me.
after blood-boy stunned summers and winters alike, burned spring and fall, and for what? to call me a thot? i knew what i was to him. but he didn’t define me anymore.
he called me a thot.
and this time i fought back with my eyes, didn’t just sit there and feel words welling up inside.
because even thots are queens.
because i used to be deciduous, but now i’m evergreen.
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Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 8:18 PM UTC
I don't want to be taken for granted
I don't want to be taken
I want to give
Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 4:28 AM UTC
You want to be pretty but not too pretty
But does it really change anything?
They **** you if you if you have on too little clothes
They **** you if you have on too much
There are so many excuses
She was asking for it
I was doing her a favor
I’m the victim here
Is there any way to be safe?
Is there any way to know that this isn’t the day that your entire life could change?
They whistle, they shout, they holler at you like you are an animal
But you can’t fight back
Three against one
So you keep walking
Praying they don’t follow you, grab you
Or even stab you because you didn’t return their crude remarks with a thank you
Society says that
We should accept ****** harassment as a compliment
But I don’t need your opinion on my body
I don’t want you looking at me like I am a piece of meat
I am not a ****** object made to please you
I want to live in a world where I don’t have to be afraid of men
Worried that smiling at them is interpreted as an invitation
Or by not means I need to be taught a lesson
I want my son to look at women as what they really are
Beautiful, brilliant creatures
And not by what society tells him they are
Objects, available for your pleasing
I want to be able to watch my daughter walk out of the house and
Not worry that she might never come back because a
MAN decided that she was there for the taking
But we don’t educate
We don’t teach in our schools how common ****** harassment is
Or the effect that **** has on a woman because a man’s perogative is to get what he wants
Or how every woman is terrified that her body, her self will be taken from her
Why?
Because we’re uncomfortable
We don’t speak out because we don’t want to disrupt
I’m tired
I’m tired of these excuses
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 4:59 PM UTC