Saturday, July 15, 2006
The other night, a drunken group of guys outside of CVS talked at me as I walked out. One of them came up to me and put his hand around my shoulder, saying I was beautiful, asking for my name and a hug. It probably shouldn't have, but it scared me a lot. That night, I scratched nervously before I went to sleep.
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Good one. Seems like vulnerability expressed with simplicity and strength. The rumpled shirt and scratched stomach vs. the clarity of the composition and the nerve necessary to reveal one's wounds (even "just a scratch.") Visually kinda reminds me of a flag, the three color bands.
No, unwanted physical contact is harrassment, and is considered assault. If they did that to a police officer they would be sent to jail. Why should they get any slack because you don't have a physical badge of power? And no one should be told they are beautiful in that way. It always made me feel more dirty and more self conscious, less secure or confident. Why am I beautiful only to a horny drunken older man?