Wanted: a TARDIS & a Klingon

I'd very much like to go back to this afternoon... and have a huge Klingon at my disposal.

The thing is, as I was waiting for my bus, reading a book in a "foreign" language and generally minding my own business, a bloke in his fifties started talking to me in what I thought was Russian.

Not understanding him and not wanting to talk to him, I ignored him.

He kept bugging me, invaded my space to check what I was reading.

It turns out that he was a Romanian coming from Sicily (like I fucking cared).

He wanted to know my age (keep dreaming, Cupcake), where I was born... Good thing he spotted my wedding ring, but that miserable wanker just had to take one glove off to touch my hair (who fucking died and made him king?).

I was so shocked that I froze. 

Because I'm 5'2".

Because he was much stronger than I.

Because I needed to catch that bus and simply couldn't walk away.

Because we were a foot from a busy boulevard and I didn't fancy ending up under a taxi or a bus in case he got angry and decided that pushing me could be fun.

Because I knew that I'd be the one in trouble if I slapped him (or even just his hand).

And this is when I want a TARDIS and a Klingon. The TARDIS to go back to that moment in time, the Klingon to lend me his bat'leth and have a quieting presence by my side.

I know that we have swell, rad, and lovely allies amongst the XY community, but no bloke will ever understand that kind of panic us, women, experience on the street when some entitled plonker ignores our signals and goes on with his own agenda.

The next plonker I meet, for there will be another one... I might yell a bit, just to let some steam off.

 

{Family} Business as Usual

Yes, this is going to be a growl (and we're not Sunday yet).

Sorry about that; you know the drill: feel free to skip the post.

First, I'm sorry to be so silent, but between my jobs, our trying to launch our company, my back playing tricks on me (yes, again), and the bronchitis of the year, I didn't post last month.

Why do I post today? Because I need to vent. Because I always do what needs to be done at work, but I just got lectured by relatives who do fuck all all day, and who feel entitled to lecture me.

Last night, I got home an hour later than usual because traffic was hell and I had to take another route home (incidentally, having to wait for a bus in the cold for twenty-five minutes). Like a good, well-trained idiot, I checked that my relatives were okay, and I mentioned that I was planning to send an update to school about a student who should have been in class but wasn't (I don't even have to do it; it's just me being nice and keeping the admins posted).

I was frozen, knackered, and my back was properly killing me. For once - for once - I went to bed early.

And today, my relatives, who usually forget everyfuckingthing about my life, asked if I sent the e-mail, and I said "no", because it's the truth.

And I heard, 'Ah! I just knew you wouldn't do it!' (clearly implying that it is customary to see me drop the ball).

I barked that I went to bed because I was properly exhausted, and they did hear that I was pissed off.

As usual, they phoned back a few minutes later, to merrily talk about something totally irrelevant, and allegedly fluffy to try and make me forget that they'd just behaved like wankers.

<insert snort here> I know all their manipulative tricks...

Today, Scotland (bless them!) unanimously voted to protect victims of physical and psychological abuse. When can we start doing this with relatives DNA-related nightmares?