i am not your dirty hooker

i’m tired of being treated like a dirty hooker

because i feel free

to voice my opinions

joke

use clever little double entendres

assert myself as a woman

who admires the human form

both male and female

and shockingly

even my own voluptuous body

so i have dared to post photos of it

.

write poems

produce art

which express my feelings freely

.

i’m tired of waking up every morning

to private messages on facebook

from seemingly educated

and mostly married men

left in a drunken stupor

or on a predatory whim

hey baby

wanna fuck

cunt dick pussy

or various combinations thereof

.

no

no i don’t

nor do i want you to cum on my face

or any other part of my body

.

these digital pussies wouldn’t have the balls to behave in such a way

to my face

but social media and the internet

removes the barrier of decorum

it invites subterfuge, sickness, and depravity

desecration becomes acceptable

redefines morays

.

i have a folder in which i keep

eight years worth of facebook sexual violations

for legal record

which contains 71 unwanted dick pics

and two sets of tits

let’s not leave out the ladies

.

i have one creep who leaves nasty messages on my blog

using several different names

but the idiot doesn’t know

i traced his ip address

preparing for war

in a folder of every infraction

funny how serious they take internet stalking these days

.

and he’s not the first

and he won’t be the last

but this is a defect

of the information age

.

the criminal inside your home

invited by your mere existence

.

i didn’t ask for any of this

.

but i refuse to be less me

to accommodate their disease

.

this behavior speaks to the abuser

the vile betrayer

and says nothing about me

.

but what i will no longer do

is be polite

for the sake of decorum and decency

as these individuals

have never extended

those courtesies to me

.

so the next time you feel so inclined

prepare for the my wrath

prepare to receive

exactly what you deserve

vengeance

just before

i take my leave