“Grab her Pussy…”

I was 14 the first time someone tried to “grab my pussy”…

I don’t know how I lasted that long…

Then again..? Maybe I didn’t…? I don’t know. I can’t remember… It’s a bit… Blank. That’s probably a bad thing…

“Grab her Pussy…”

My pussy hasn’t been touched in… YEARS. That’s was MY choice. The last time it was touched…? Not so much…

“Grab her Pussy…”

I hear those words and all I want to do is cry… And then..? I hear Bryan Adams in my ear… From the movie soundtrack from my baby girl’s FAVORITE movie… “Spirit”

And? Amazingly enough?

“ You think that you can take me on…?
You must be Crazy…!!!
There ain’t a single thing you’ve done,
That’s gonna phase me… “

Those tears dry right the FUCK up… Guess my RedHead is showing up again, huh..?

“Grab her Pussy…”

Is that all I am…?

Not a FUCKING chance…!!!

“Grab her Pussy…”

I don’t think so… Try it Motherfucker!!!!

“Grab her Pussy…”

I thought I had more to offer…

Wait… Did you just… Touch Me??

“Grab her Pussy…”

Seriously..?

Seriously..???

“Grab her Pussy…”

The first time I remember I was treated as nothing more than a Pussy? I was 14. He said he was 28. He called me a baby over and over again. And then instructed me in the “proper” method to suck his cock.

He was my first kiss… my first… Everything Sexual.

I think …?

Really not sure… That’s probably a bad sign…

I have an idea that there was someone else… That white haired guy my mom liked..? From across the street..?

But…? Whatever…!

“Grab her Pussy…”

When I was 9…

I started spending some time with my neighbor… She was in her 40’s. She was also an artist. She was ALSO… an alcoholic…

We played pool. And she drank.

A Tea cup, full of Vodka.

And we drew. I learned some of the first lessons as an artist from her. 
How to start to actually “SEE..!”

And then I saw an ambulance come, and take her away…

Somewhere in between all of that? I remember a Tea Party my “Mother” hosted with the two of them as guests… And I remember my neighbor’s husband being the unwilling recipient of the boiling tea, in a ceramic pot, as a missile in his face. And my “mother” being horrified that her Husband was being so… inappropriately… Upset.

After all… Why should her husband care that she kept their neighbor’s wife occupied with his 9, 10, 11, 12 year old daugher..?

While she fucked the neighbor in their marriage bed.

Why was that a problem again…? She was getting what SHE wanted…! Where’s the problem people…?!

Until? The neighbor’s wife had to be taken away in an ambulance because? Unlike the child? The wife knew… She KNEW.

And her esophagus couldn’t take her level of knowing…

Because she drank her way into NOT knowing…

Until the Vodka ate away at her esophagus and she started hemorrhaging….


I never saw her again… I still wonder whatever happened to her.

She was a good person. She just couldn’t deal with what my mother and her husband were doing. I miss her.


“Grab her Pussy…”

The second time I remember was when I was 15, riding the train to the city, and a man in his 50’s, bald pate and bulging belly sat next to me on the nearly empty train.

He grabbed my hand and placed it, none too gently in his opened pants lap.

I SCREAMED!!

His response to my noise..?

He rubbed my hand on himself…

I spit in his face.

“Grab her Pussy…”

Grab THIS!!!!

My Facebook account has, as of this moment? 769 friends. That number was 773 as of a few hours ago. It’s going to be going down as the hours pass. By MY choice.

I have made a public declaration that I will not longer tolerate anyone who can still consider that vile excuse for a man a viable candidate for the office of President of the United States of America.

It’s simply NOT acceptable to me.

I’m DONE..!


Kelly Osbourne tweeted on Friday evening that she wanted every woman who has ever been the victim of sexual assault to tweet to her their first time.

On Saturday afternoon? She had over 9 MILLION responses…

9 MILLION WOMEN

Think about that for a moment…

Go ahead. I’ll wait.


That doesn’t even take into account the MILLIONS of women who cannot speak of it…

Myself? I only spoke of two incidents… There are many, many more…

One gentleman spoke of how horrified he was that there were so many responses.

Another said he’d just realized that this probably meant that EVERY woman has experienced sexual assault at least once in her lifetime.

How is this ok?

How can we accept this in our society as OK???

Boys will be boys… “Locker Room Talk”

How do we stop this??

Well… maybe the same way we stop racial discrimination…

Maybe…? We need men to speak up and stop it.

The same way we need non-POC to speak up and stop “IT” in their presence.

Maybe? We as a society? Need to wake the FUCK up and STOP IT..!!!

I don’t know…!

I just know… I’m DONE.

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