Sometimes you need to come back to tumblr
I feel like more often than not I’ve been HYPER aware of my identity in society. In this post, I’m going to focus on one specific part.
I remember when thinking that “feminist” was an insult. Recently, it’s become a part of my identity.
I’ve always thought I just preferred to do things with company. Now, as I am becoming an adult and do things on my own, I am noticing that it is purely for safety reasons that I want someone with me. Protection, if you will.
My eyes have been open to so much injustice. I am aware of the unearned privilege I carry. I am a white, cisgender, confident, financially comfortable, full time working, 20-something adult. But I try to use that to advocate and educate others as often as I can.
This morning I went to get coffee (as I typically do every morning) and on my way out of the shop- BEFORE MY FIRST SIP (WHICH IS A BIG NO-NO) some guy thought it would be nice to say “good morning” in his best Joey Tribbiani impression. To which I turned to him and said “no,” and continued leaving.
It was certainly not a friendly morning greeting. And from that alone my mood was changed and I wanted to crawl into my own skin and disappear.
In his brain it was a power play. “Good morning” — [I have the power to make you uncomfortable with two words alone.]
But because I am not receptive to his advance I’m the bitch.
And to wrap up this post, it really fucking pissed me off. So, sir, I believe this is what I would like to say to you. “No. You cannot talk to me like that. I showed up here for my coffee, not to be on display for you or anybody else. Your attempt in getting my attention just perpetuated a cycle that will soon run right over you. So enjoy your life of privilege where you don’t have to worry about your safety. And politely fuck off.”