(Found this on Fetlife...So thought I'd share it)
Actually, you DON'T have the right to not be perved or creeped on.
So, I've noticed a trend of late. There's been a lot of posts by the younger scamps and scampettes about how awful it is to get all sorts of crude, rude, graphic messages from (gasp) the OLD PEOPLE.
First off, eat a dick. You aren't THAT fucking amazing, kid. But that's just me being mean and bitter. Don't worry, once you've aged a few more years, you'll get there, too.
My MAIN point, however, is this.
You actually do NOT have the "right" to not be hit on, talked rudely/lewdly to, or generally looked upon as a sex-object.
Yes. I know. This is absolutely horrid and atrocious.
Boo fucking hoo, you whiny little cunt. Shut up and pay attention.
What you DO have is the right to tell the other person to fuck off. This right is held by you and you alone. Not your Daddy, not your Mommy, not your Sir, not your Ma'am, not (insert whatever cock-assed descriptor you're using THIS week) .
YOU.
YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR DEALING WITH YOUR OWN SHIT.
If someone says something to you that makes you feel "unsafe" or "not secure"...guess what?
That actually has nothing to do with them . It's all in YOUR head.
It is not our responsibility to make a perfectly safe little bubble of unreal world where you can say or do whatever you want, while everyone around you tiptoes around trying oh-so-carefully to not offend you or hurt your feelings or Satan forbid, make you feel "uncomfortable".
It is, in fact, not only not our responsibility to do that, it is our SACRED HOLY MISSION to burst that bright plastic little safety-bubble you live in.
This is the Life. It has teeth, and it has claws, and it will FUCK YOU, KILL YOU, and EAT YOU if you aren't careful.
If you want to play, that's fine and dandy. play all you want.
For sweet fuckery's sake though, you WHINY LITTLE SHITS...don't complain when you find out you've been playing with a tiger all along and it turns around and bites you.
As for being hit on by people you don't like?
Big fucking deal.
Man (or Woman) up, and deal with it just like we did when we were your ages.
Stop being such miserable little cunts and just get on with your damned lives.
Which, by the way, aren't anywhere NEAR as interesting/ hot/awesome/amazing as you think they are.
THAT IS ALL.
Actually, you DON'T have the right to not be perved or creeped on.
So, I've noticed a trend of late. There's been a lot of posts by the younger scamps and scampettes about how awful it is to get all sorts of crude, rude, graphic messages from (gasp) the OLD PEOPLE.
First off, eat a dick. You aren't THAT fucking amazing, kid. But that's just me being mean and bitter. Don't worry, once you've aged a few more years, you'll get there, too.
My MAIN point, however, is this.
You actually do NOT have the "right" to not be hit on, talked rudely/lewdly to, or generally looked upon as a sex-object.
Yes. I know. This is absolutely horrid and atrocious.
Boo fucking hoo, you whiny little cunt. Shut up and pay attention.
What you DO have is the right to tell the other person to fuck off. This right is held by you and you alone. Not your Daddy, not your Mommy, not your Sir, not your Ma'am, not (insert whatever cock-assed descriptor you're using THIS week) .
YOU.
YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR DEALING WITH YOUR OWN SHIT.
If someone says something to you that makes you feel "unsafe" or "not secure"...guess what?
That actually has nothing to do with them . It's all in YOUR head.
It is not our responsibility to make a perfectly safe little bubble of unreal world where you can say or do whatever you want, while everyone around you tiptoes around trying oh-so-carefully to not offend you or hurt your feelings or Satan forbid, make you feel "uncomfortable".
It is, in fact, not only not our responsibility to do that, it is our SACRED HOLY MISSION to burst that bright plastic little safety-bubble you live in.
This is the Life. It has teeth, and it has claws, and it will FUCK YOU, KILL YOU, and EAT YOU if you aren't careful.
If you want to play, that's fine and dandy. play all you want.
For sweet fuckery's sake though, you WHINY LITTLE SHITS...don't complain when you find out you've been playing with a tiger all along and it turns around and bites you.
As for being hit on by people you don't like?
Big fucking deal.
Man (or Woman) up, and deal with it just like we did when we were your ages.
Stop being such miserable little cunts and just get on with your damned lives.
Which, by the way, aren't anywhere NEAR as interesting/ hot/awesome/amazing as you think they are.
THAT IS ALL.
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