#secism

mottos for a peaceful life: I refuse to talk to a man ever about The Last Dinner Party. There are tiers of horrible people, and the worst ones are those fucks who will get outraged at you and say ‘how dare you imply I’m misogynistic, I like PJ Harvey and St. Vincent’ as if those women didn’t ALSO have baseless shit thrown their way from ultra incompetent, insecure, ultimately jealous men. Who are part of perpetuating a frankly stupid cycle where we see a successful band of female guitarists as suspicious. What if I socked you across the face.

I really love calling guys out on being creeps oh my god. I was hanging out with some friends of mine, and this guy was giving this girl trouble so my 6'3" 200lbs self walks up to him and was like "is there something wrong?" Without looking at me, this fucking shrimp goes "no. Everything is perfect now back off c**t before I pound your fucking face in. This isn't any of your business. " I wanted to beat the guy, but I want to work with kids so no criminal records for me, so I turned to the girl and said "are you okay? Wanna go?" And this guy whirls around and looks down expecting me to be short ''listen bitch I sa-" he just gawked at me and so I crossed my arms and puffed out my chest and he just went fucking quiet and ran out of there so fast, I swear he pissed himself in fear.