To the men out there -
STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE I’M A PIECE OF MEAT.
Remember the only difference between me and you is that weak thing dangling between your legs.
I could kill you if I fucking wanted to.
Remember I have the same feet you have. I could kick you in the balls.
Remember I have the same hands you have. I could slap your face and gouge out your leery eyes.
Remember Lizzie Borden, who killed her parents with an axe.
Remember Elizabeth Bathory, who bathed in her victims’ blood.
Remember Aileen Wuornos, the serial killer.
Remember Domino Harvey, the bounty hunter.
Remember the Black Widow and Praying Mantis; who devour the male after sex.
Remember the Lioness, who hunts prey with its claws and teeth.
Remember the Iron Lady, Joan of Arc, Hedy Lamar.
Remember your own mother and sister. Remember ME.
If you can’t offer me politeness, kindness, and respect: do not look at me, do not talk to me. Don’t wolf-whistle, don’t cat-call. Don’t say lewd phrases from across the sidewalk. Street harassment is not a compliment.
You don’t flatter me. You disrespect me. I don’t need your attention and your creepily whispered, “Hey, beautiful” to feel good about myself. Don’t be so fucking vain.
I don’t care if you call me psychotic. It’s just a brand your gender uses on any female that has the guts to tell you, “I DON’T WANT YOU.”
I’d rather be called crazy than weak.
My name in French means Sadist. A person who enjoys inflicting pain. There’s a reason why my mother named me that.
The next time I walk past you, keep your dirty mouth shut.
Or I’ll fucking cut out your tongue.
I hope you like the taste of choking on your own blood."