You know how it be, its another Thursday, Enjoy Lorraine unhinged. This is the lasted post of Lorraine ranting about life’s injustices. If you’re new here, there are 4 other posts before this one, start there to get context. Anyways, happy reading darlings, and also, dont forget to like, share and subscribeđź’™
As the exchange is happening, obviously I had to move away from Aiden at this point -business comes first- the guys that had surrounded me at first were now breathing on me, so it seemed. Now, in South Africa, be biggest plague in our societies is gender based violence, needless to say, GBV is the symptom, not the cause, GBV is the milky white pus that oozes from the wounds of the women and children in our society, but the virus, the bacteria; its misogyny, entitlement and bad parenting. Little innocent boys are grown to be bitter, angry, impulsive, passive aggressive, maniacal men, while little girls are trained, brainwashed essentially, to be obedient and submissive, understanding and accepting to such vile behavior, so we have a society of broken women and invasive men. Our precious little boys are taught that they are owed virginity but you need to be a hoe nigga to satisfy a woman, because how will you meet her sexual desires if you’ve never learnt how to have sex to begin with? So essentially, the lesson here is men need to be sexual beasts, they need to be experienced, sleep around, trial and error and women, well, we just need to be sexual dunder heads. Our boys are taught that a man has to work and bring home the bacon and woman need to cook the bacon, oh yeah, and pop babies to eat the bloody bacon. As much as we claim to be a liberated generation, woke and shit, the ones that don’t conform, the feminists, the 50/50 generation, we still see these recurring snippets of misogyny, a lady will still wear her beautiful short dress, full face of make up and hair, hit the bar and expect a man to come up to their table and buy them a drink. She will sit there in her femininity, beautiful young lady, and scout, hunt for a man that will send a bottle to their table. A man at the bar, drowning his wife’s screams in his head with bottomless tap beer will spot this lady sitting there like prey and will approach, this isn’t the wife, this lady will not scream at him, she wont ask him about the damp undies he left in the corner behind the bathroom door, this lady will not ask him why he brought home the wrong expensive milk and the cheap 1 ply toilet paper after she had specifically told him the brand, this lady will not scream at him for leaving the toilet seat up for the hundredth time this week. This lady is his trophy, after a long day being belittled by his high white boss from snorting cocaine all day and playing golf in the scorching heat demanding targets he himself wouldnt reach in the ridiculous time he is wanting. This lady is a doll, a reward, just waiting for him to collect and play with, so he will approach creepily, and buy her a drink, and another and another and soon, these glasses amount to a bottle, and another and a 6 pack on the side, he has just spent his time, which is a huge commodity if you ask me but he has also spent some of that bacon money, in his twisted little head, something must give, he needs some sort of payment, a ‘thank you’, it is owed to him, so he demands it, the toxic masculinity fills the air like a bad fart in a classroom on a hot day. He provided and now, he demands payment, sure he didn’t ‘bring home your bacon’, but you did just drink his time, his money and his peace because essentially, the wife will scream when he gets home that he spent money but he didnt bring home the bread he was supposed to, now what the hell will the children eat for lunch tomorrow at school? The wife will also scream about the time he got home at smelling like underboob sweat and cheap wine, thus taking away his peace, now our little dolled up lady needs to pay.
Gosh that took an unexpected turn, where was I? Oh yeah. As Aiden was finishing up his transaction, he turns to see these niggas are harassing me and has this little panicked but angry look and tells these guys to leave, they oblige and I’m finally free from the entitled clutches of egotistical idiots. He gives me that I’m sorry face and says “I’m sooo sorry about that, lemme me walk you to your car” I smile at him and say “you coulda done better with your hug, that was a dud” “I’ll do better next time, I promise you’ll get the best hug of your life, here, lemme be a gentleman and open the car door for you”. I smirk and he does exactly that and says “do you want me to reach in and put on your seatbelt as well? I wanna make sure you’re safe”. I smile, gesture that it’s really not necessary, he gets the cue, steps away from the door, closes and goes back to his spot, I start the engine, roll down my window, say my goodbyes and drive off.
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Adam and I were friends for the first 2 months of us meeting, he was a great guy but clearly caroline was smitten and and I didnt really like fair skinned guys so I just didnt show any interest, but the more we spoke, I developed a fatal attraction, he was not only gorgeous and chiseled but he was genuinely a lamb, one that suffers with incredible anger issues that desperately needed therapy but a lamb none the less. He was sweet and thoughtful, understanding and caring, a gentleman at his best and a weirdo at his worst, he was mindful and playful, sensitive but abit deranged but I loved him, I told him regularly that I did, he was too conserved at first to say it because of ‘past relationship trauma’ as he would put it but I dont think it was that, it wasn’t because he was too scared that I’d hurt him but it’s because he wasnt sure, he wasnt sure he wants to be in a relationship with a weird short nerd who carried the dorkiest backpack, had the weirdest friends and never wore make up or wings. I wasnt his typical girlfriend, well, I was nothing like what he would normally go for, I wouldn’t be of benefit to him, I was young, I didnt work, I didnt have that supermodel look to pair up with his super chiseled Forbes God look and I definitely was born from money. We arranged to meet up, I had a my driver’s ed lesson in the morning and a free afternoon and he had an off day from work, we communicated a meeting spot which was a Macdonald’s on Commercial, now to put things into perspective, in this town we have a handful of Macdonald’s but this I’m referring to is the most popular, its central and accessible, one of the first Macdonald’s and everyone knows it. I tell him that’s where I’d be and he agreed, he seemed to understand where I was saying I would be.
I walk in and order a MacFizz, made my way to the far end of the restaurant and sat down with a book, I sent him a text informing him that I was waiting for him and he answered and said he’d show up in a couple of minutes…
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