train story - creepy dude picking up chicks

just nights after eurydice dixon was raped and murdered i was talking with my beau about it. i made three comments to which he replied "you need to get a job". meaning i was talking about it too much and needed to get a job to have something else to do / talk about.

i was fuming.

1. it's a very insulting thing to say to someone and belittles and invalidates my concerns.
2. the fear is real!
3. i was going out that night and there's always the concern that i could be the one getting raped and murdered

coming home that night on the train at 3.30am there were about a dozen people on the carriage. thankfully i was not intoxicated and had my wits about me. 

i had been sitting on a two seater with my legs across the spare seat playing games on my phone. after a while i changed positions, crossing my legs and leaning towards the large window to my right. no sooner had I moved a man got up from across the carriage and came and sat beside me. not just beside me, practically on my lap!

i continued to play games on my phone, keeping my legs crossed and arms across my body. self protection.

he started talking to me asking questions: where i was going, where i had been .. 
he was jeeva, 32, from pakistan, average looking, drab clothing, been in australia for 8 years, single, no kids, finished work at 6pm, had been playing the pokies and was heading home. he was, he said, getting off several stops before mine but when his station came he did not get off.

he was not threatening or menacing and i didn't feel fear, though i did feel annoyance since trains are not the place to try and pick up women, and also because he was sitting too close to me. i was more concerned he would try to touch me and at one point he reached out to touch my leg and i pushed his hand away.

he asked me a couple of times if he could see me again and i said no, not going to happen .. all the while playing games on my phone, doing my best to not engage - lest he get the wrong impression. but also trying not to piss him off in case he became aggressive.

others around me said and did nothing, except for a young woman behind me who had the decency to ask me if i was ok or needed any help. i graciously thanked her for her intervention and concern. 

jeeva stopped talking to me but didn't move seats.

i asked the man in the seat in front of mine, who was falling asleep, what his stop was so i could wake him so he wouldn't miss it. turns out he (and the kind woman behind me) were thankfully getting off at my stop. phew!

as we departed the train the man who had been sitting in front of me said, 'i see you've made a friend' in a wry tone, i replied 'something like that' equally wry.

i got off and made sure to watch as jeeva remained on the train. then i walked out onto the street, phoned a taxi and had to wait 10mins until it arrived. shivering, teeth chattering.

back home i told my beau all about it and told him he's lucky. as a man ain't no woman gonna sit upon his lap (practically) and try to pick him up. he doesn't have to fear her getting off at the same stop as him and raping and / or murdering him.

he apologised for his words earlier acknowledging that the fear is real!

who she'd become #2

what had her life become?

how did she get here?
"letting the days go by"
"this is not my beautiful life!"

caught in a vicious cycle of
alone daydreaming & ..
"..with a little help from my friend"

the same for multiple weekends
again and again and again

but ..

a dance is on the cards

she'll dance any which way she can

alone in her room
with her music on

who she'd become

She didn't like who she'd become
sitting alone in her room
music on
drinks a plenty & stuff
lipstick on

Wishing

Pretending

She was out dancing

Oh what fun she’d have

Swaying & groovin’

But

She was alone in her room’

Listening to music

Dancing here & there

Daydreaming ..

She was out dancing

Daydreaming depressed her

It was not as fun as

The real thing

Really dancing!

So she drank a plenty & stuff

To drown out her sorrows

the evolution of nudity

around 7 million years ago we separated from our chimpanzee cousins with whom we share 98.4% of our genetics.  by the time neanderthals came along 100,000 years ago we were wearing clothes, even more so by the time cro-magnon came along.

as we evolved with bigger brains, smarter tools, clever inventions, large cities .. clothing became a necessary thing for survival.  not just to protect us from the elements but also protect us from each other.  even those who live in hot climates still wear some form of protective clothing such as loin cloths and basic skirts to protect / hide the groin area.

think about it, if any man, woman or child walked through our populations naked they'd be harassed in some form or another, maybe people would take photos of them without their permission and post them on facebook pages like 'festival sluts' (yes pages like that exist), maybe people would try to grab and grope them or covet them.  either they'd be seen as inappropriate, offensive or sexual.

over thousands of years humans developed clothing to protect us from unwanted and unwarranted attention from those with whom we have not pair bonded.  we pair bond, just like other animals such as birds and gibbons, with kindred spirits whom we feel comfortable enough with to raise children together with or spend the rest of our lives with (until divorce or death do us part).  without clothing we'd not be giving that person something special and personal of ourselves with which to bond.  sex and nakedness with our chosen partner(s) is what ties us together, what bonds us to each other and makes us want to protect and look after each other.

since the 70's sexual revolution man has decided that he'll grant us (females) the freedom to be sexual on his terms, by making female sexual revolution about females as sex objects for man's enjoyment.  women are highly sexualised and this is also becoming more prevalent of men as well.  so in the space of under 50 years we have changed thousands and thousands of years of evolutionary survival (clothing), to humans (mostly females) wearing very little i.e: bikinis, free the nipple, pornography, music videos, lads mags, strip shows .. the list goes on.

it's no wonder we haven't been able to cope with the fall out from this occurrence, less than 50 years is not enough time to get our heads around such a dramatic change to our very being.  the very act of removing our clothing threatens our survival (in particular the safety of women and children).

for e.g. i worked with a man who liked to watch russian women do sexual things with horses and he'd laugh about how their abject poverty was the reason they were so desperate to do horrendous things like that.  in cases like this pornography is harmful to women and threatens our safety.  

in countries such as germany men and women can attend public spas together naked and say this is progressive, open and accepting of nudity, yet violence towards women is still rife there, as is sexual objectification, prostitution etc.  it hasn't lead to women being on equal footing to men or being more safe because they are equally allowed to be naked around men.  quite the opposite in fact: since prostitution is legal in germany sex trafficking is rampant because the need for male sexual gratification is rising along with financial greed (by those trafficking people).

as objectification of the masses rises the list of offenses towards humanity (and animals caught in the cross fire) also rises.  there are a million and one examples that could be given about the damage being done to humanity due to the sexualisation of people, and there are people who would argue that we are being progressive and accepting of sexuality by allowing sexual vulgarities to take place.  

but you can't change thousands and thousands of years of evolution in under 50 years and expect people to be able to cope, especially something so key to our safety and survival as the humble invention of clothing.  think: sex addiction, fairly new to our society and only occurring in countries where objectification of people occurs.

train story .. abusive boy friend gentle girlfriend

i didn't pay much attention to the couple sitting adjacent to me on the train. our seats faced forward and didn't face each other. beside i had my head buried in a book.

when i first heard the scuffle and looked up i thought the girl had almost dropped her bag and her boyfriend had quickly reached for it. then i saw the look on her face, her body language and saw that she had jumped into survival mode. been there, done that .. know what it looks like.

the boyfriend was grabbing the bag aggressively because she'd said or done something he deemed inappropriate and it instantly made him angry. though both quietly spoken he was having words with her, threatening and telling her off. he made a sign to hit her but didn't. she flinched. he kicked the back of the seat in front of him then stood up. she flinched again. he stood over her for  while having more quiet words while she waited to see what he'd do next.

he left the train for a little while but came back again this time standing over her trying to get his angry point across .. how dare she or what ever he was angry about. she was trying to stay strong and not cower too much but i could see she was afraid of him, afraid of setting him off, afraid of what he would do. i could see she knew what he was capable of and this worried her.

i prodded him in the leg and told him to stop, leave her alone. i stood up behind him asking him to leave her alone, even gently grabbing his arm to get his attention. he turned to me with the kindest face, the kindest look, and told me it's not my business. i asked him to move away, not to hurt her.

another lady was on the other side of him telling him if he didn't leave his girlfriend alone she'd call the police. another man stood and got his phone out in the ready.

during all this the girl friend held his large hand with her dainty hand (she was slim yet tall), rubbing his hand, softly telling him to calm down, all is well. neither raised their voice and neither voice was legible (strangely). their body language and actions said it all.

the boy friend left the train carriage and moments later she followed.

when they got off the train many stops later they were walking together, him hugging her as she walked.

i spent the rest of the night (and days that followed) afraid for her, hoping he wouldn't hurt her that night and that she'd be safe. worried that she would stay with him and not know her true worth - not know that she deserved better than that. and he deserved to get some anger manage help and learn to treat her like the gift he knew her to be.

bad girl, dirty girl, dirty talk, dirty bitch, freak

if sex is normal why are girls given bad degrading* names?

why not call us amazing, awesome, best, fantastic?

of course like every coin there is a flip side which is chicks who don't mind, *and even like, to be called those names. they wanna be known as a freak in the bed (me too sister). but let's be real, it's not like we're off-setting that side of the coin with the more inspiring side of the coin. like being awesome in bed.

why are we something gross (like slugs) if sex is perfectly normal for girls to do?

we use the word dog in reference to a person who cheats because dogs sleep around and are not sexually loyal.

we see people who are con artists as cockroaches or rats, because they can't be killed and they're a germ fest among society.

if y'all (guys) want girls having sex to be ok you should probably come up with some more flattering names, names that reflect that fact that us having sex with you is a good thing - not dirty, bad, freakish or bitchy.

all muslims are terrorists

all muslims suck, they're terrorists who marry under age girls, force their women to cover up, stone their women to death, come to other countries and stop christmas and national anthems...

they invented gonzo porn, torture porn, rape porn, revenge porn, festivals sluts, and songs that say 'i'll give you something to split your ass in two'... oh no... wait... that's us.  we do that.  us westerners.  us white & black men.




we terrorize our women because they dare to friend zone us, get girls drunk at parties so a group of guys can raped them, rape and sexually harass collage girls, rape 12 year old girls in public while people stand around watching, rape drunk 14 year old girls and film it to share around, then let our guys off when they rape our women because it somehow isn't their fault they're rapist...



75% of the worlds porn is made in the US, gonzo porn, the worst most sickest fuck to ever exist, is a US invention... pornography is a US invention (larry flynt) and there are a million billion non muslim men watching this shit... we create violently sexual / sexist shows like got that reinforce the rape culture we are perpetuating, we use our female performers sexually to titillate and make copious amounts of money for men....


crush videos, bdsm, sexually explicit music videos, sexism towards girls/women, sex trafficking (made worse by western men within the UN), king hitting, gun massacres... all these terrorizing things western men do...

while crapping on about how bad muslims are.  me thinks it's a case of the pot calling the kettle black.