Lady Parts

Months ago I knew that moving to Portland, Oregon was the right choice. As difficult as it was to be ripped from my mum's side I knew that I had to. And now that I am back visiting the mitten, I realize all the fucking bull shit I had to put up with before. I'M NOT TAKING IT THIS TIME, ASSHOLE.

Don't sit there and whine about how men should be able to have women-free establishments. If it's a public place that is discrimination and against the law. If it's a private place and it's still happening, then I guess you should start squawking to your pack leader and other members, because that's an internal problem and NOT CAUSED BY MY VAGINA. You can take your small-town chauvinism and shove it up your ass.

Don't tell me I am not allowed places because of how I was born. We can have a discussion about that and it may very well end up with my fist meeting your teeth, and sending them a few millimeters deeper into that dense, empty skull of yours. If you're okay with me cleaning your clock, then bring on all your misogynistic comments, my fists have all day, and then some.

But I did enjoy how his lady friend piped up that the women are welcome now at your establishment and parties, whether you like it or not, because who the hell do you think cooked, created, and cleaned the whole shindig in the first place? Oh yea, women. Don't you dare think that you can treat us like second-class citizens and then as your slaves once we've worn out our second-class status. You want what I have, well then I have some demands of my own.

It's not about feminism, men losing their manliness, or anything even remotely related to my lady parts. It's because men are insecure. They can't handle that a woman is smarter than them, and can do things better. And not even that we are better period, but they are scared of the possibility. If you weren't scared of my intelligence, strength, and abilities you wouldn't give two shits about where my two legs lead me.

You know what happens to me when I meet someone with superior knowledge, skills and abilities? I respect them. But you're so goddamn insecure and weak that instead of respect you hate, dislike, and must try to dismantle this other being. That's okay though, because I have two fists, a uterus that is stronger than your entire pathetic existence, and more energy than you ever had. I'm not saying it has to, or even will, get to that point. But I promise that where my snarly voice leaves off, my fists will pick right up.

I cannot wait to be back in Portland where I can just be free and none of this inane bull shit exists.

Also, if you lay a hand on me, I will send you into next week, no questions asked.