Friday night at the movies – this part is showing work to teacher because no one believes I have done this all along without help or training – the very blond woman at the pizza shop that I saw who looked convincingly safe yet is not. I immediately stopped looking. It is best for me not to write anymore. Understood? Immediately stopped, looking.
Previous to 2012, my mind upon sight would have done the same thing. Plus, I would never have had to show my work.
At the gas station, wearing a maroon colored shirt, upon seeing him, I immediately said to myself, why is he not working? He needs to be working. Needs.
At the burger restaurant, he was not working, nor did I have a chance to read anything, so I placed an order instead.
How many years is this going to take?
How many more years is this going to take?
How many years must I say the same thing over and over again.
This – this – is not the same thing at all. Not for a moment.
There is only one way this works. One way.
It has NOTHING to do with gender equality.
I has to do with my fucking brain – first!
My brain!
The way that I work!
There is only one way to handle me. This will never be able to be changed no matter how many years you keep me as a slave in forced work.
I can only be handled by men.
Women get the FUCK out of my brain, my bed, my house, my computer, and my business.
My brain!
WE - DO NOT AGREE! 