Angry at perverts: rant and poem
Alright, so my brother (and by extension, me =P) has a Playstation 3. It comes with a trial of something called Playstation home. Basically, a typical create a character for a virtual world where you talk to people. Nothing new, right?
So anyway, I made a female character (uhh, cuz I'm a female?) and went on to try it out. There are little games you can play, like bowling and ice breaker and such, so it's pretty fun in that sense. But then, there's the people.
See, Playstation Home is full of guys, so as a female ... well, you get swarmed. Guys follow you around, hitting on you, asking for sexual favors. I was even hit on by a female character claiming to be a lesbian (although she was probably actually a guy). One example: I was in the theater trying to watch a music video playing on the screen and a bunch of guys come over and stand in front of me to talk. They're blocking my view, so I move. And they follow me. This went on for a while, until I figured out how to mute them. Also, there was a nice guy who stepped in and said "leave the poor lady alone" which was rather kind.
Another interesting thing was the age range. Granted, few guys would actually give their age, even if I asked, or they'd just say the same thing I said my age was (not likely). The two significant ages I remember were a 27 year old (that's how old my Government teacher is ... *shudder*) who left as soon as I said I was underage and a 13 year old who didn't actually hit on me, and actually helped me ward off jerks.
Also, I logged on today and found a new location and went there to see was it was. A group of people were actually having an intelligent conversation (!) about politics (only they sounded really conservative and liked Adam Sandler movies so I didn't butt in). But just as they started talking about good movies, I had to go. [by the way, intelligent conversation means they used proper grammar and spelling, which is hard on PS3, and weren't talking about sex, overusing words like 'pwn' and 'gangsta' or spamming. standards are getting significantly lower.]
And now, the poem. Warning: Sexual themes, angry feminist poetry, and awk-ness-ish-ly. Yeeeahh...
You had me: mesmerized
by the size
of the thing between your thighs.
But I could run faster than your horsepower
cuz you're only used to a whore's power,
Which ain't much, in truth,
more than a strip club booth.
You're so uncouth.
You'd do anything with two legs and a hole
(and boobs and two "X" genes and a soul)
But back on topic: it's been fun,
but hon,
you seem to be over done,
and worth less
than pregnancy tests.
The screwdriver you bought me? Not worth the screw,
cuz baby, it's not me, it's you.
So gtfo (that's your cue).
Not keeping you for so-called "good sex"
(so called by your Ego Complex)
See, like most men, you are a pig;
all you talk is about how you're big,
but it still feels the same as if it were a twig.
So maybe, size isn't always better,
but how people (not parts) fit together.
The poem isn't based on something that happened; I'm just really angry with perverted guys right now.
Although the line about anything with legs and a hole is something I actually told a guy once =P
It's funny, every time I write about something normal, it doesn't work out. But when I write something like this ... (or that another poem I wrote called Female).
Oh, and before I forget, I'm gone till Christmas Eve. Palm Springs. Will post upon return.
So anyway, I made a female character (uhh, cuz I'm a female?) and went on to try it out. There are little games you can play, like bowling and ice breaker and such, so it's pretty fun in that sense. But then, there's the people.
See, Playstation Home is full of guys, so as a female ... well, you get swarmed. Guys follow you around, hitting on you, asking for sexual favors. I was even hit on by a female character claiming to be a lesbian (although she was probably actually a guy). One example: I was in the theater trying to watch a music video playing on the screen and a bunch of guys come over and stand in front of me to talk. They're blocking my view, so I move. And they follow me. This went on for a while, until I figured out how to mute them. Also, there was a nice guy who stepped in and said "leave the poor lady alone" which was rather kind.
Another interesting thing was the age range. Granted, few guys would actually give their age, even if I asked, or they'd just say the same thing I said my age was (not likely). The two significant ages I remember were a 27 year old (that's how old my Government teacher is ... *shudder*) who left as soon as I said I was underage and a 13 year old who didn't actually hit on me, and actually helped me ward off jerks.
Also, I logged on today and found a new location and went there to see was it was. A group of people were actually having an intelligent conversation (!) about politics (only they sounded really conservative and liked Adam Sandler movies so I didn't butt in). But just as they started talking about good movies, I had to go. [by the way, intelligent conversation means they used proper grammar and spelling, which is hard on PS3, and weren't talking about sex, overusing words like 'pwn' and 'gangsta' or spamming. standards are getting significantly lower.]
And now, the poem. Warning: Sexual themes, angry feminist poetry, and awk-ness-ish-ly. Yeeeahh...
You had me: mesmerized
by the size
of the thing between your thighs.
But I could run faster than your horsepower
cuz you're only used to a whore's power,
Which ain't much, in truth,
more than a strip club booth.
You're so uncouth.
You'd do anything with two legs and a hole
(and boobs and two "X" genes and a soul)
But back on topic: it's been fun,
but hon,
you seem to be over done,
and worth less
than pregnancy tests.
The screwdriver you bought me? Not worth the screw,
cuz baby, it's not me, it's you.
So gtfo (that's your cue).
Not keeping you for so-called "good sex"
(so called by your Ego Complex)
See, like most men, you are a pig;
all you talk is about how you're big,
but it still feels the same as if it were a twig.
So maybe, size isn't always better,
but how people (not parts) fit together.
The poem isn't based on something that happened; I'm just really angry with perverted guys right now.
Although the line about anything with legs and a hole is something I actually told a guy once =P
It's funny, every time I write about something normal, it doesn't work out. But when I write something like this ... (or that another poem I wrote called Female).
Oh, and before I forget, I'm gone till Christmas Eve. Palm Springs. Will post upon return.