By the time I arrive to my apartment, I am already undressed, my clothes, scattered along Metropolitan Avenue. The man in the brown business suit, standing in front of Step-In Lounge starts with my rubber rain boots, one by one, until another man cuts him off, ripping my pants from my body when he jerks off at the sight of my thighs. Right by Uno’s Bar and Grill, another man peels off my shirt with his “Take my number.” In only panties and a bra now, I walk in the rain. Before I know it, a gang of teenage boys hiss at me, leaving me naked. I look back at the trail my clothes have created at each objectifying comment, and like Hanzel and Gretel, who used white pebbles to lead them home, I hurry to gather my cloth es, searching for my dignity along the way. - SSH Blog Correspondent Dr. Dena Simmons
Posted on: Tue, 20 Jan 2015 20:54:13 +0000
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