I’m mostly not these days. Although to be honest my lovely, stable, interested in mental health doctor prescribed me FAR too many Benzos, which I don’t take that much cos they be crazy pills. But I’ve also got the essential meds and also valium. Noice. May sell the Benzos. Need to kill CC bills stat.
Tonight I went to a party in Northbridge and decided to walk the 15 mins home. A man shot into a side street in front of me in a white sedan and when I passed, looked down the street he was standing beside his car, NAKED and WANKING.
Maybe in his 30s, I don’t know. All I thought of at the time was “thank god he’s not forcing me into his car and taking me to his horrid sex-dungeon for 20 years. Nope, he was just standing there with his slightly furry chest, giving it a big old tug.
I cannot emphasise this enough. He was a man, who had very quickly divested himself of his clothes and was standing by said car, stark bullock naked, wanking like a motherfucker.
And that made me feel uncomfortable. To say the least. We eye-balled each other. He continued wanking and I went on my merry (very fast) way to my house.
I’m a bit mad at how vulnerable and uncomfortable he made me, but at the same time, whatevs. Horses for Courses. While I’m sure a Big Brave Boyfriend would have made sure I got home ok and maybe shouted at the crazy wanky guy, this is not reality. I take precautions and I take risks. I’m a person. I drank three wines (with soda) and a whisky but what he fuck has that to do with anything? If the worst I see is a grown man wanking in the street, brilliant. Get used to it love, because there is much worse around the corner. I’m scared but I refuse to bend. I take precautions but I refuse to be scared all the time.
As much as I think he’s a massive pervert, I actually do hope he got off. Because Lord Knows he’s got a tough sort of peccadillo. I can only hope I helped. Or did not. Unsure.