aksiokersa

So.

I have these bruises. I got them...well, let's just say it was "safe, sane, and consensual". They go in a line down my upper arm. They look pretty average for bruises - something you'd see on any rock-climber or martial-arts student, so there's no real reason to cover them up. Nothing for anyone but me and the person who gave them to me to get excited about.

OR SO I THOUGHT.

I guess, being over 20 and having acquired what my friends and I like to call "Grad-school-booty", I've been flying under the radar for a good while now. I had forgotten what total pigs men are. Y'all have x-ray vision or something? How did you know? Seriously, you were ten feet away, how the fuck did you even see these marks, let alone figure out how I got them? And since when are bruises hot? It's my fucking arm, not my nipple or my ass for Christ's sake!

Most importantly, though, when has this type of behavior ever worked for you and what exactly do you expect it to accomplish? Are you trying to make yourself look like a horse's ass? Mission accomplished. Are you trying to make women on the street uncomfortable? Achieved. Are you trying to make sure that I think of ten ways to kill you in the span of three seconds? Done. Would you like to maintain sovereignty over your most sensitive of appendages?

THEN SHUT YOUR YAP-HOLES, MOTHERFUCKERS!

It's hilarious to me how eager idiots are to demonstrate for you just how low on the food chain they reside.

Makes me appreciate the good dudes in my life that much more.

Hmf.