Walking home, quarter to eleven at night.
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What the fuck, Tattie? I swear, you're too suspicious since transitioning. I'm sure he's just a perfectly pleasant man-about-the-neighbourhood. Hashtag #NotAllMen.
See? He walked past you, no bother, no transphobia, no dickishness. You got stressed for noth...
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See? He walked past you, no bother, no transphobia, no dickishness. You got stressed for noth...
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OK. Right. De-tense those shoulders. It's fine. He's behind you, he let his opinion be known, but you're on your way.
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OK. Right. De-tense those shoulders. It's fine. He's behind you, he let his opinion be known, but you're on your way.
In fact, it's a little bit flattering. I'm hot enough to get a whistle. Not very feminist of me, but eh.
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In fact, it's a little bit flattering. I'm hot enough to get a whistle. Not very feminist of me, but eh.
Don't flatter yourself, Tattie. He's probably whistling at some other woman.
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No, there is no other woman around. Just me and him.
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Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. How far behind me did it sound like he was?
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Don't turn round. He wants you to turn around.
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That's the thing. That's the thing about street harrassment. It's not a compliment. It's a demand. It's not enough that they let you know you're attractive. They need to make your attractiveness about them.
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