Finally tired of this shit. Fuck you. I am a woman and proud.

I never understood like, sexism in America. I used to be pretty misogynistic. I used to think like, women were overreacting. Feminism was a joke. Etc.

However, because of a really disgusting event yesterday, I finally understand. And I finally am acknowledging the feelings I always told myself were wrong.

This is me

And yes random guy on the train, many guys have told me I’m sexy as hell. Yes I have a boyfriend, a fiancé actually. Yes I know this. No I don’t want your number. And no, I’m not stuck up, I’m just tired of you and every other guy approaching me while I’m listening to MY favorite songs, minding MY own damn business, who feels entitled to my attention. I’m tired of all you thirsty fucks who call me a bitch for rejecting your offer, or ignoring/trying to get away from you because you are invading MY personal space. I’m tired of all those men who think because I have G cups, I am a little sex toy. I’m honestly fucking tired of your shit.

I HATE my boobs. Not because of the way they look either. I’m sexy as fuck, and fuck you if you wanna tell me I’m ugly anyways. Why you even approach me then?

I hate them because my back ALWAYS hurts. I can’t fit into Victoria’s Secret bras. Thank GOD for torrid cuz before it came out, I had no where to get affordable cute bras (had to custom order) only granny bras. I’m 38G sometimes 36 depending on the bra.

ALSO I am not gonna clean your fucking house, or call you papi, or talk to you in Spanish JUST because I’m latina. I’m not gonna cook for you just because you’re hungry, because I have my own damn life too. No soy tu madre pinche cabron.

AND I am not fucking stupid, Apple technicians. Just because I am a woman, does not mean I didn’t build my first PC at 11 years old. Just because I’m a woman, it doesn’t mean I don’t write my own mods for Skyrim. It doesn’t mean I can’t code. It doesn’t mean I haven’t planted spyware in a friends computer (she had consented. It was for fun to see if I could do it) without her clicking on anything. So stop telling me my brand new phone isn’t having frame drops and processing issues, because I fucking know what it is. I don’t give a fuck about your no name college degree in IT. Doesn’t change the fact that the phone I paid $600 for wasn’t working within a week of purchase. Oh but you’ll listen to my dad right? Ahh. Yes. The father who taught me everything, and who now I TEACH. Yes, that father.

To the guy who felt my body was an excuse for him to grab me without my consent:

No, it’s not fucking hard to type in “All Star” in a karaoke terminal. I’m not your fucking hero, I’m not a fucking champion. If that’s a problem for you, I suggest going back to kindergarten or something. And yes, I can understand the Korean alphabet. No they aren’t just “symbols”

And to the people who told me that I should learn to handle being groped because I “have a body men just can’t keep their hands off of” how about we teach men some self fucking control? I wanna put my hands on games and consoles and hardware that I haven’t bought, I wanna walk on beaches that are so beautiful but say “do not trespass private property” but I’ll get in trouble with the law if I take it or damage it. Why? because it is NOT MY PROPERTY.

I’m tired of your shit society. I tried to see both sides. Hell I was on the OTHER side. Making fun of feminist on the Slut Walk who were shouting “end rape culture. End misogyny” I would chant “end misandry you whores”

Don’t believe me? Ask all the people from high school who unfriended me.

I realize I so desperately wanted to be liked by ALL men. To be seen as equal. And I thought the best way was to support them.

But nope. I was wrong. Cuz even though I was a very vocal Men’s Rights Advocate on EVERY social media platform, they still couldn’t respect me. A random man who didn’t even know my NAME couldn’t even ASK me MY GOD DAMN NAME before bothering me and grabbing MY breasts. I was minding my own damn business.

So fuck you.

ALSO there are A LOT of good men who respect women, and genuinely care about us for our minds and ambitions instead of just our bodies. They support our dreams. Such as my fiancé.

However there are much more that don’t, in my experiences.