So I may or may not have just gotten propositioned for sex by a drunk guy who lives in the flat next to me. His friends unfortunately taped him to a chair for his 21st birthday and left him outside the door to my apartment.
Funny thing is. If he had been more cool about the whole situation, and stopped treating me like I was a mission to fulfill and generally just stopped making everything really really creepy and awkward (especially when I asked him if he wanted me to help him get out of the chair, and he replied with and I quote “I don’t know, what do you want?” in that awkward come on tone that just makes me want to vomit) I might have cut him out and given him my number so he can call me when he’s sober.
But thus is the damn patriarchy, ruining everything.
You say you want to be king -
so when I burn your kingdom down, I’ll make sure
you’re still chained to the throne.
'this queen is not a pawn in your arsenal'(d.s.)