Pussy's on strike

"Pussy's on strike"

A friend told me, half in jest with partial self-awareness, he wasn't ignorant but he wasn't ignorant to his own ignorance.

He was blind but he knew there were things he couldn't see. He talked about male privilege ironically. He said these days you're committing sexual harassment just by giving a woman a compliment, and even he was probably guilty of being a misogynistic piece of shit.

But I feel like maybe you could change, I don't know, maybe I could explain.

You think pussy's on strike because you don't see what happens when you leave your friends in the shadows alone with that pussy.

She doesn't tell you because the last time it happened they didn't believe her, they told her it's not a big deal.

Just let it go, they told her. Try to co-exist with someone who moments ago tried to make you their meal.

You think pussy can't take a compliment because you didn't meet the guy that day that followed that pussy around for forty five minutes just trying to be nice to her. But I get it, why should you be blamed for that weirdo? After all, you aren't a threat to the pussy, at least not necessarily. You just haven't given the pussy any reason to think otherwise.

You're right though, you're not that weirdo, and this isn't about you.

You think the pussy is striking? No sweetie, the pussy is charging like a bull and it will trample right over that china-shop manhood, pissed you've been prodding it with a stick to watch it twitch.

Spent so long calling it an object you confused it for one, you forgot the pussy had a name, and the pussy had a voice, and the pussy is using it to roar and scream, and the matador is naked, red cape wind blown and flailing in the sun. Glass soldier, still standing proud for each of the knives it dug into pussy's backside, belt notches to remind the brittle boy he's better than the people he treats like cattle but he's too blind to notice the slaughterhouse is loose

The pussy's not on strike, the pussy's stampeding. They ain't at work, you asshole, they're fighting for their lives. This ain't a competition, this is justice. The pussy coming so run, now, little glass figurine. Run.