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Monday, February 9, 2015
don't touch me
To the men I always seem to meet,
Why are you talking to me? Why did you touch my arm? What about my appearance, or gesturing, or greater body language was at all compelling? I assure you, I do not want any attention from you. Leave me alone. The time I was on the phone, the time I was bundled completely in a snowstorm, the times again and again when I have my headphones on and my eyes down as we pass in the street. I would never approach you "just to be friendly," so why are you so entitled and self-important that you think you are doing anything more than annoying me? —can't hear you, don't want to see you
