The Power of the Office
NY state law and NYC law suggestion:
(I can't pass this one but I can make them pass it)
If a man touches you deliberately and you don't like it you're allowed to whack him with something unpleasant.
With nothing he can say to the cops about it.
Bill Basic: boy grabs by you the anything you get to retaliate with malice.
The subway announcer said to report a man who does that to the police. Fine. After you knee or elbow him towards the tracks. Whatever seems fair to you.
Mesdemoiselles. Democratic men can't conceive of a law like that because they wouldn't do it for you so they can't imagine you doing it.
I can imagine you doing it with my compliments!
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Fun. I had a bunch today. Not my favorite fun sex hint. I guess I told you. My favorite fun is doing anything with my girlfriend but I don't have one. But I am trying!
My entire campaign is in pursuit of that happiness. The, happiness as far as I say.
A lady sent me a message last night saying my website was creepy. I fixed it as much as seemed practicable. Is it still?
I am not. I am the anti-creepy. Literally. I see a creep I let him have it. The pigeon guy? White haired fairy godfather look. This... this was fun.
I flew at him. Thrice. Flew (walking hell-for-leather) straight into his flock. Sent pigeons flying at his ass. I don't care that he looks like Timothy Leary's son. I care his goddamn birds block my flight path. The walkways.
If he wants to play with birds he can do it out of the way. So I moved him. Very well.
"Next time you're gonna eat one," I growled as I came up on his tail as he was leaving the area.
Men who pretend to be busy with bullshit are really eyeing you. I don't. I listen without evesdropping. I don't stare.
Unless you talk to me then you have my full attention. Like the lovely madame who spoke French with me. Merci! for your visit.
Joan of Arc. World's greatest historical woman if the story is even close to true.