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Don’t touch my prostate!

I don’t know how common of an occurrence or a thing this is from wherever you’re from, but my people are suddenly all about offering prostate exams in the middle of the street!

200_s I kid you not!

Out of nowhere appears this man who’s as eager as jelly in a bean to examine me.

tumblr_n6xn62OmyM1qfhpqto2_500I obviously refused; there was nothing normal about his request or the place he insisted we go into.

But boy was this one persistent.

Forget the fact that he’s completely insane for indecent proposal-ing me in broad daylight, in public, with people’s eyes all over me and the situation, but i was also on my way to get me some fried chicken.

Honestly guys, that thing’s like black gospel.

tumblr_mblu6l6cQT1rosb88o1_500I mean I didn’t have a whistle to blow to alert the general public about my distress, neither did I feel safe enough to scream “Stranger danger”; i felt like he would have cut me or something and i can’t afford to be hit in public.

After dodging the man by walking alongside the angriest looking woman i’ve ever seen in my life, he finally let up and I finally got what i’ve beeen looking for.

hungry-pagespeed-ce-bds2sp6eyo#TRUESTORY

#DontTouchMyProstate

#StrangerDanger

Shake it off

I have this terrible habit of nursing my demons to health after I’ve committed them to damnation. It’s a sick fantasy I keep feeding; where I can’t see myself letting go of them because a very large part of me believes I deserve them.

I grew up with these graceless nuances, quirks, ails and emotions. I know what makes them tick. I know what moves them, what inspires them and what hurts them and to hurt them, for some morbid reason, feels like burning off a part of myself.

I’m ready to shake them off though. I’m ready to free myself of these suffocating, pointless creatures of malice that have moulded themselves onto my skin and inhabited my every breath. I’m ready to lose the taste of their intoxicating liquor.

I’m ready to banish this terrible habit; to not mourn them, to not pity them and to not need them to define me.

I’m ready to move on.