You sickening bastards,
What the fcuk do you guys get from that? It totally slips me...
I do not understand the joy of a fleeting second of your hand/body touching/hitting skin/dress?
Why cannot we enjoy a moment of let down guard? Why should we be vigilant all the time? Why is it our fault if we walk down a road enjoying the scenary instead of watching out for the sicko in every person we walk past. . .
Nobody is going to bother if you go to your fcuking corners at your homes and do sick things imagining random people you see on the road... Atleast we wouldn't know. . .
Do you even know how humiliating it is, those few seconds/minutes? Well, do you even care. .
There is almost no girl that does not have a flashback of having been abused. Beginning right from childhood... I really don't want to start on child abusers. There would be no end, the sickest of you all. . .
And all those educated bastards... These are the decent ones - with their friends and aquaintances - but walk to the Pubs/Coffee Bars/Dance Floors or any place that has crowd/drink/smoke/dance/music - where women would want to let the hair down - and start showing their ugly side just because women are "out and bold enough to have our share of fun" . . . They have the face to even say that to their friends -"well what are such places for... After all the women come there to have their drinks!"
Just because a woman drinks or goes out with her friends doesn't make her "easy"...
The things you do in public, range from flashing to brushing past to shagging to groping and pinching... What sickening joy?!!!!
Well, get this, I know it probably doesn't hit you at all, but in the weakest of your moments, where your inflated egos and disguised insecurities are exposed, remember this! You are the most despised, hated beings that could ever live on earth. . .
What the fcuk do you guys get from that? It totally slips me...
I do not understand the joy of a fleeting second of your hand/body touching/hitting skin/dress?
Why cannot we enjoy a moment of let down guard? Why should we be vigilant all the time? Why is it our fault if we walk down a road enjoying the scenary instead of watching out for the sicko in every person we walk past. . .
Nobody is going to bother if you go to your fcuking corners at your homes and do sick things imagining random people you see on the road... Atleast we wouldn't know. . .
Do you even know how humiliating it is, those few seconds/minutes? Well, do you even care. .
There is almost no girl that does not have a flashback of having been abused. Beginning right from childhood... I really don't want to start on child abusers. There would be no end, the sickest of you all. . .
And all those educated bastards... These are the decent ones - with their friends and aquaintances - but walk to the Pubs/Coffee Bars/Dance Floors or any place that has crowd/drink/smoke/dance/music - where women would want to let the hair down - and start showing their ugly side just because women are "out and bold enough to have our share of fun" . . . They have the face to even say that to their friends -"well what are such places for... After all the women come there to have their drinks!"
Just because a woman drinks or goes out with her friends doesn't make her "easy"...
The things you do in public, range from flashing to brushing past to shagging to groping and pinching... What sickening joy?!!!!
Well, get this, I know it probably doesn't hit you at all, but in the weakest of your moments, where your inflated egos and disguised insecurities are exposed, remember this! You are the most despised, hated beings that could ever live on earth. . .