So. last tuesday night i was on King street of all places seedy street in melbourne that has plenty of strip clubs and “gentlemans clubs”
Anyhows so this guy ( who had been hanging around a strip club) came up to us and told my friend Emma ” Cover yourself up”
My feminist anger erupted. I stood right in his face and said “I can’t tell if you are serious or joking… You have to be fucking kidding me. We dont judge you on what you wear, or tell you what to wear, so what gives you the right to do so to a stranger.
Douchebag- “I have a daughter ..blah b;ah blah more bullshit
me- Well it matters even more so that you dont impose your misogynistic and sexist ideals on women and that you show respect.
So this argument went on for a while, and i ended up just walking away as he started verbally abusing us all and told my friend “you look like a hairy arsehole” and then made obscene gestures and shouted at me ”I wouldn’t touch you with a ten foot pole” to which i responded . “THATS NO PROBLEM FOR ME….. I;M A LESBIAN.
It was an incredible experience for me, because often in these situations i cant think of the right response or dont stand up for myself or for others. But i did, and it made me feel so energised and alive to thrash him with wit, sarcasm and things that feminists on tumblr and in life have taught me
“Each time a woman stands up for herself, without knowing it possibly, without claiming it, she stands up for all women.”
―
Maya Angelou