Thanks for Making Me Feel Unsafe in My Own Home, Assclown

It’s bad enough I have to live next to a construction site that wakes me up every morning at 7am, but as an added bonus, one of the workers has managed to make room for me in his (I’m sure very busy) harassment schedule. When I walked out my door this morning, I got to hear all the things that had crossed his mind re: my cunt since the last time I passed. And though I’m sure his boss and macho coworkers would sooner cut off his balls off than have him talk to their daughters that way, on the job all they do is laugh. Unfortunately, there’s nothing I can do about it short of sending his picture to HBNYC because the guy knows exactly where I live. Thanks for making me feel unsafe in my own home, Assclown. I hope it shrivels up and falls off.

2 responses to “Thanks for Making Me Feel Unsafe in My Own Home, Assclown

  1. Hello
    i am collaborating with a feminist magazine from spain. i wanted to get in touch in you, we are interested in your activities and philosophy. we wanted also to subscribe to your newsletter and in that way get the latest updates from you.
    kind regards

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