BBM. This^^^.
O/T, but maybe not. Two nights ago I was walking my neighbor's dog around the block. There's a stray who follows us, and so does my cat. The cat stays back a little, until the dogs forget about him, then he rushes up out of the darkness and streaks past us, teasing them. It's so funny, I really enjoy this game. We all do, so it's a semi-regular thing; same time, same circle around the block and down the alley to home. Sometimes one of the animals lags a little, so we wait. We were waiting for the cat, and a man walked by, dark clothes, hoodie up, hands in his front pockets. It was cold. I had a leash, or I'd have had my hands in my pockets, too. As he passed us, we each nodded and said hello, and I called back the stray, who was looking for the cat. The man turned around and started walking back towards me. but his hands were now in a different place. It was dark and I was unsure what I was seeing for a split second, but then a light made clear that he was masterbating. I looked at his face in disbelief, a dog growled, and I turned and walked away. I was steps from my yard, but afraid he'd see me if I went in. So we walked on for a while. I didn't know what to do!
I didn't see him again, and last night we changed our route and time, but it isn't the same as it was. I think even the pets know something wrong happened.
I am a grown woman. This is not the first time I have seen a penis; in fact, I like some penises very much. No harm was done, and yet everything has changed. How dare he change me!? It seems like such a small thing (pun intended), but it isn't. It just isn't. He knew that, IMO. And so did DN, when he exposed himself to unsuspecting strangers. It didn't feel sexy. It felt threatening, and intimidating, and cold. Calculated. I feel used. Insulted. Assaulted. Angry. Helpless. And, honestly, scared to do what I like to do.
There's good reason this is a crime.
Thanks for listening.
