I’m a fresher at Manchester University, trying hard to fit in and make friends. A part of this being that I go out clubbing during freshers. Getting shit-faced each night is practically mandatory so, last Saturday night, I go out, just to say that I did. I. Felt. Sexy. I felt great. I was happy to spend all evening in and appreciate myself but the idea was to make friends. So I left my flat to walk down to the student union.
Three people slowed in their cars to shout stuff at me out the window. Abuse. Basically.
One person asked me ‘how much?’ and persisted until I told him for the fifth time that I wasn’t interested. THAT I REEEEAAALLLLY wasn’t interested.
and the last person. picks me up. He’s grabbing at me and yelling something to his mates. We’re on the main road from the central campus and the city centre, I am but 5 minutes from the SU and there’s a police van on the other side of the road that does nothing. He continues to grab me and mimic humping me while I kick his shins and yell at him to put me down.
Obviously I don’t own my own body. Silly me. Obviously the only reason I went out was to track down some guys to wank off in alleys. Obivously I only wore it to get yells from passers by. Silly, silly me. It obviously had nothing to do with the fact that if you’re not dressed up, you get ignored. That you don’t make friends. If anyone dares to say it’s my fault for wearing something sexy, then I guess it’s #MFIF because that’s what we’re expected to do over this god awful week.
Pissed off, Manchester, UK