I’m not just a body

Hey everyone, whaddup? I wanted to share some stories i heard from many women i have met i didn’t happen to me really and i hope it will never happn to me actually.

This text isn’t about music now. I just realised how much it was important to fight as a woman. Why? I’ll explain it to you. I always play with men. Yeah i like to play i like to seduce them evryone does i guess. But i never crossed the line at work…never. I’m the kinda girl that smiles always. Nice lady as i can say. But when you smile to men, when you are nice a bit. All they think about is sex? Not all men i suppose but i mean at work there’s still this invisible line between men and women; as i said i like to play and sometimes what i think is my sense of humer, men take it as sexual meanings. And it’s not. Not at all. Why can’t a woman joke without attracting men. I’ve never been that kinda shy girl. I wanna be in the mowl…

And that’s the problem. I realised we will never be free from men. I will never be calm in a room with a male boss, because he’s touching himself in front of me…And pretending this is a joke . My boss will someday ask me if i wanna have sex with him. I’ll say yes but won’t mean it . And just because he’s attracted by me he won’t see that i’m joking around. Do i touch my boobs or my pussy in front of my males collegues…no. It’s unthinkable.

So this is MY story that goes after. Sexism in the social life:

We do have a friend. A really nice guy who got divorced, in a recent time i think. Together we always felt a connection. But never did anything because i do have someone. But that’s not the point for now…

So i was in my friend’s place, and my boyfriend said to me :

“You know Jude, (that’s his name), we were smoking outside. He asked me:

• Do you mind if i go into your girlfriend?
• Yeah i do mind.”

As a man maybe you won’t see a thing

As a woman i have never been that hurt before.

The meanning of my body for him was that i’ll just be good enough for sex. He asks MY boyfriend to fuck me just like he wanted to borrow his car for a road trip, or his teethbrush. And though i love that guy he’s nice and all. But he didn’t ask me… He asked him like i was a product.

And this is my body. My personnality that gets hurt. Everytime. I sure act like a pretty woman when i want to i like to play around. But i never crossed the line. And i don’t know they can go away with it. Where is the respect i deserve? Thats the problem i got with men. At first i can make them allies, but after all, they are my enemies. I can’t stand the things my boyfriend say about my place as a woman. I don’t want to be prisoner of men i wanna feel free…

So imma try girls right?