so it’s past midnight and i have work in the morning, but i’ve been essentially writing this post in my head for months now and i just saw something super sexist on facebook that made me mad, so here we go.
y’know what’s fucked up? the fact that whenever i walk alone at night, i’m scared. i’m on…
Over the last few months, I’ve been thinking on the same topic. It’s ridiculous the amount of paranoia and wariness that I have to have walking home alone, the many different scenarios that I’ve been taught could happen. Dark alleys, strangers in the shadows.
We have to be so afraid of “what could happen”.
It’s happens in social settings too. Can I trust this man that I’ve just met to walk me home? Is he being friendly or something more? How friendly is too friendly, and what would I be able to do about it if something happens?
My male friends still ask me why I carry pepperspray in my purse. My boyfriend doesn’t understand why, even though I love exploring during night, I’ll never leave to wander the city alone. He doesn’t understand why I am on edge when a man I’ve met while out Tango dancing contacts me the day after.
Not once has anything bad come out of these situations. But nevertheless, I am still, always afraid.