Dear Horny Men, Stop Staring At My Ass

Episode 1: The Pre-Teen Whore

I can't remember the first time I saw a man looking at me like I was a piece of meat. But I do remember the first time a man cursed at me and called me whore for ignoring him.

I was around 12 or 13 years old, coming from a party with my friend. Two guys were driving by and slowed the car down, to meet our pace.

Author's note: That's the prelude of how most females disappear and then are found beaten, tortured, and raped.

The guys in the car start asking us to come with them. Saying we look beautiful and we should go grab a drink with them… I was 13! After what felt like an eternity of my blood feeling icy cold from fear (probably 30 or 40 seconds), they give up. But not before calling us all sorts of names, including whore.

Now, why would a kid be a whore for not wanting to drink and be fucked by 20-something-year-old men, was always beyond my understanding.

Episode 1’s conclusion: As soon as I develop the slightest of curves, men saw me as an adult woman, and I was as desirable as a piece of meat.

Episode 5473: I Am Reduced To My Ass

I lost count of how many times similar situations have happened, so let's stick to this insane number (since it must have been an insane number, anyway).

I bought a house in a vale, between heavily wooded mountains with gorgeous lakes, streams, and wildlife. But with hair salons, bodegas, banks, churches, etc, within walking distance. Imagine that lovely town… Now imagine the number of trees and grass I need to cut and trimmed weekly!

Nothing is perfect.

Well, here I was, cleaning up the sidewalk after a couple of hours of front yard work, under this lovely sun of a Summer day, when this guy stops the car to stare at my ass.

Look, at this point, I'm fine with people looking at my ass. I like my ass too. Plus, I look at handsome men and beautiful women for a couple of extra seconds from time to time.

My big Brazilian ass was picking up grass on the floor, wearing yoga pants. I get it. I don’t mind the looking.

I mind the looking at me like I am a piece of meat you want to enjoy and then throw away.

I mind looking at me desiring my body like you are an animal in mating season.

I mind being seen and treated as less than a human.

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Dear horny men, we all get horny sometimes. But this is not an excuse to be assholes and behave like animals.

Sometimes I tell men to fuck off, sometimes I laugh sarcastically at their disgusting words in an attempt to make them feel embarrassed, and sometimes I ignore it. But it always bothers me. I am about to turn 40 and I still haven't made my peace with the discomfort and fear this behavior causes, nor will I ever.

Today, I mostly feel bad for my daughter, who is a lovely wallflower and might feel even more uncomfortable and fearful than I ever did. It makes me wish I had a son instead.

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See you around, friends! And if you're a woman, I hope you feel safer than I do, in today's world. We have come a long way, but we still have a long way to go.

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