Let's rewind.
Friday night, I also went back to the beach as one of my girlfriends was holding a fire on the beach and we were dancing around the fire.
And a man touched my ass and I pulled away immediately and told him right then and there, I don't like you touching me.
Don't do it.
Prior to him touching me, he had already taken my number down.
So he messages me the next day on the Saturday while I was doing my errands with the flyers, putting all the posters up.
And I was like, you know what, I have to step up and put my boundary.
So I chose to reiterate it in a message just to make sure that the boundary was crystal clear and that his response was he was able to handle my response, right? Or his response.
And he responded to me, don't make something out of nothing queer at all.
And to me, that was like a classic textbook response from a man operating purely from his ego and defense mechanisms, trying to minimize my experience.
Yeah.
So I held my ground, stayed in my fricking power and replied, This is me being an adult, expressing my thoughts and feelings based on your behavior.
Please respect this or leave me alone.
It's simple.
This is what adults do.
They communicate their boundaries in a healthy manner.
And I'm doing it privately and not in front of people.
So you don't feel like I've belittled you.
Now, in that moment over the message, he backed down and he said, okay.
But later that day when I got to the beach, I saw him and he got drunk and the truth came out.
He actually voiced to me that he needed to be drunk to communicate with me and then he proceeded to act like a complete ego-driven flop, throwing tantrums, saying he didn't want to talk to me when he was sober, walking away when I told him I was offering just a friendship and nothing else.
And he just literally flipped.
And I thought to myself, wow, like, Did I do something wrong? And in that moment, like a wave of freaking rage washed through my human body.
And right beneath that rage was a deep aching sadness.
I felt that deep familiar exhaustion of what women are constantly up against when we are looked at like a piece of freaking meat rather than a sovereign human feminine being.
Let's rewind.
Friday night, I also went back to the beach as one of my girlfriends was holding a fire on the beach and we were dancing around the fire.
And a man touched my ass and I pulled away immediately and told him right then and there, I don't like you touching me.
Don't do it.
Prior to him touching me, he had already taken my number down.
So he messages me the next day on the Saturday while I was doing my errands with the flyers, putting all the posters up.
And I was like, you know what, I have to step up and put my boundary.
So I chose to reiterate it in a message just to make sure that the boundary was crystal clear and that his response was he was able to handle my response, right? Or his response.
And he responded to me, don't make something out of nothing queer at all.
And to me, that was like a classic textbook response from a man operating purely from his ego and defense mechanisms, trying to minimize my experience.
Yeah.
So I held my ground, stayed in my fricking power and replied, This is me being an adult, expressing my thoughts and feelings based on your behavior.
Please respect this or leave me alone.
It's simple.
This is what adults do.
They communicate their boundaries in a healthy manner.
And I'm doing it privately and not in front of people.
So you don't feel like I've belittled you.
Now, in that moment over the message, he backed down and he said, okay.
But later that day when I got to the beach, I saw him and he got drunk and the truth came out.
He actually voiced to me that he needed to be drunk to communicate with me and then he proceeded to act like a complete ego-driven flop, throwing tantrums, saying he didn't want to talk to me when he was sober, walking away when I told him I was offering just a friendship and nothing else.
And he just literally flipped.
And I thought to myself, wow, like, Did I do something wrong? And in that moment, like a wave of freaking rage washed through my human body.
And right beneath that rage was a deep aching sadness.
I felt that deep familiar exhaustion of what women are constantly up against when we are looked at like a piece of freaking meat rather than a sovereign human feminine being.
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