guero
2005-07-22 | 1:34 a.m.

Tonight, a big thing happened. I'm sure it's happened before but tonight I remember it.

I was out with ladyfriends. On my way out of a bar, early, so I could go to work tomorrow. A man grabbed me and pulled me over, right by the door. He felt me. I felt his hands run up and down me, but I felt them as I had before. Hands running over clothes but over this gloss, the glaze I'd instilled in myself years ago. Over the blockade. I giggled and left.

I walked up the street with my housemate and laughed at how stupid he was - a young, lovely girl being interested in him? A farce.

Then it hit me. The rage. Not a rage in the rage sense of rage... a hot spike that shot up and down and all around me in slices of a second.

I spun on my heel, mid-laughter, mid-sentence.

I walked back to the doorman, pointed at him and said "Hey, I was just here. That man grabbed me on the way out. I'd like something to be done on it. I feel violated."

I left.

Who knows what happened, I'd assume nothing.

But for every woman, every girl like me, everyone who's been honked at or spat at or pinched... that heelspin was for you.

I'm not done yet.

-S

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