I recently had a weird experience at a party. I say weird, because I have been called many things that have to do with my sexuality but have not ever been called ‘fast’ until then. I guess I previously had felt like that was outdated, and we had strictly moved on to the use of more popular slurs and insults like ‘slut,’ ‘whore,’ and all those fun words.
But this took me by surprise. Especially because the man was not very quiet or respectful about it.
I’m ranting again.
Watch the video! The poem was inspired by it, and the short explanation beforehand might help clarify the situation that set it all into motion.
Feminist in Distress 