The best thing he did as the word spilled from his fingers and made its way across my computer screen was to call me a “cunt.” Why thank you, dear sir, for not calling me a “bitch” I’m glad you know the difference between a female dog and a human being
that happened to born with a vagina, but you probably think we’re one in the same.
I’m sorry, I didn’t know I was borrowing your ego, last time I checked I wasn’t inclined to talk to you. You seemed to be under the delusion that I owed you my time. I’m sorry I don’t have any cookies to spare for your bruised arrogance, maybe your parents wouldn’t mind giving you a treat, just like they forgot to teach you a little thing called respect…
Sorry, not really sorry Sour Puss, to inform you that I’m not a candy machine where you can insert your superiority and take your pick for the liking when and how you want! I am not your girl next door, your definition of “someone who is different than the rest” and I’m damn sure not your Juliet to your Romeo.
It’s obvious you can’t handle any of my “no’s” what makes you think I’d put in my time were you’ll get me to say “yes.” Never did it ever occur to you that this “cunt” is trying to stay of afloat in a game called capitalism, working two jobs only to make 63% compared to men and the majority;
going to school drowning in my own hungry dedication for more just so I won’t have to work two jobs, trying to help my family. No, it didn’t occur to you that maybe I’m too fucking tired to talk because your whole life you’ve been invalidating a woman saying no. I’m not one of the girls that’ll give you a free pass to disrespect me!
Trust and believe, messing with me is like challenging God! You will lose.Did you forget, even Adam had to leave the Garden of Eden with Eve by his side? Dear sir, oh I mean keyboard warrior, do tell how you’re better than me; but take note: Eden isn’t the only place you can get expelled from.
— To’Wednesday Sibley, Manic Pixie Nightmare