Strange Girl In A Strange World

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Isn't it ironic?

....That your own p a i n is your greatest teacher
.... That every m o m e n t is the guru
.... That for most of our lives, we h e a d towards the things wee are running from
...That you dont a p p r e c i a t e what you have till it gets taken away
...That we h u r t the ones we love
...That p e a c e is cheaper than war
....That the people who l a u g h the most are the ones who are the saddest

Judge Me

Judge me because I am not a Lady

Because I am not a slave to gender norms

Judge me because Im not perfect

because its not "natural" to be attracted to the same sex

Judge me because I'm not listening.

and because I don't want to have sex with you

Judge me because my story is different than yours

because I am not who you thought I would be...

and because I sin differently than you

Judge me because it is a relfection of how unhappy you are with yourself .

Judge me because:

Y o u . D o n t. K n o w . M e .

Bad Bitches in the name of

Bad Bitches come in Many forms.

Type A is the classy, pinUp, cabaret female. She looks looks like a d0ll but kicks ass like Laura Croft.

Type B are The real deal, Gangsta Bitches. They are pretty darn sexy, I'm not gonna lie. We call them Hoodrat Chicks.

Type C is the "fuck you i do what I want" rebellious type bad bitch who disregards societies ideal expectations of what a woman should be or how she should act. Im talking, the girls who pop squats in bushes and aren't afraid to ask for what she wants.

Then there are ~~Extreme Feminisits~~

There are the bad bitches who pretend to be mommy and daddy's little angels...But we all know what goes on behind their backs... And they are not really fooling anyone

And then there are the bad bitches who are wildly sexual and inappropriate and really dont mind all of the attention that goes along with that. They aren't about girl power...they are all about the
Power of the pussy

Misunderstood

When I was a freshman in high school I got detention for too many uniform slips. The dean called my parents and told them I was the "most provocatively dressed girl in the ninth grade".

It took me many years to admit and understand the logic behind this,
When I thought-
Are we ever safe? My body is my home-- but i don't always feel safe in it. All it takes is one look for a man to make a woman feel uncomfortable in her own skin. go for a stroll down one block in East Oakland and get heckled at till you turn red. Stand in a parking lot minding your own business and a car full of dudes will put it in reverse, cat calling out the window....then call you a bitch when you don't respond. Times like these make me wish i was invisible...

Every girl wants to be herself and feel sexy without these repercussions, but that's not possible.
Dress like a hoe, and people will treat you accordingly.
I've learned that flaunting your sexuality attracts both good and bad attention, until ultimately the attention becomes overwhelming. I would love to walk around the streets in an outfit from a lady gaga music video...but that just isn't practical --- perverts and predators are literally everywhere. They're even in our families. & if you realized how often they leer at you, or what their hidden intentions were--- you'd scream.

So I put my coat on and cover up. And I step off the table that I used to hop up on.
It's really not about dropping it like its hot in public.
Just because a girl dresses a certain way, or dances a certain way, or has fake boobs or drives around in Daddy's G Wagon - -- doesn't necessarily reflect the degree of how rich she is, how smart she is or how quickly she'll open her legs.

Women should rely more on their brains then their looks to get what they want.
Its okay to be pretty when the world expects us to be smart,
& smart when the world expects us to be pretty.