The US has a president that rapes children.
The US has a president that rapes children.
The US has a president that rapes children.
The US has a president that rapes children.
The US has a president that rapes children.
The US has a president that rapes children.
My coworker used to take the long way home every night. Two extra bus stops, more walking, more money, more time. One day I asked her why she didn’t just take the shortcut alley behind our building.
She laughed and said, “Oh, because a guy followed me there once and told me he could ‘do whatever he wanted’ and no one would hear me scream.”
So now, every night, she calls a male friend and pretends she’s on the phone with her “boyfriend.” Sometimes she even laughs loudly and says things like, “Yeah, I’ll see you in five minutes, babe,” even when she’s completely alone.
Not because she wants attention.
Not because she’s dramatic.
Because sounding “taken” and “protected” is safer than sounding like a woman by herself.
Men cannot even begin to understand the calculations women make every day just to get home alive.
I mean this from the depths of my soul. If you support Trump, unfollow me, block me, do whatever you need to do. I promise I’ll survive without you.
I’m done. Been done.