*My* Body. Mine.
An open letter to the man who held up traffic while trying to talk me into his van yesterday as I was crossing St. Urbain at Laurier.
Dear Jackass,
Women are human beings, not receptacles for your sexual and social fantasies. Did it occur to you, as you gave me the once-over and rolled down your window, that my life has nothing to do with yours? ( Read more... )
Dear Jackass,
Women are human beings, not receptacles for your sexual and social fantasies. Did it occur to you, as you gave me the once-over and rolled down your window, that my life has nothing to do with yours? ( Read more... )
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Fucking asshole.
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When are you coming home? Dave and I miss you.
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