I could feel someone’s gaze on me. When I turned to see who it was, there he was—unapologetically staring without a hint of shame. This wasn’t some casual glance; it was a lingering, invasive look that made my skin crawl. My anger surged, igniting a fire within me that felt as intense as the heat of the summer day.
I rarely experience the overwhelming scrutiny that many women face from men, but this particular moment occurred right after a yoga class, and I was wearing yoga pants—something I usually avoid unless I’m at home or at the studio. But that day, emboldened by a post-workout high, I decided to make a quick stop at the store. That’s when I became the target of Creepy McStare.
Let me clarify: this isn’t about boasting my backside. While it’s decent, I don’t appreciate it being objectified. My body reflects my curves and femininity, features I often try to downplay in my wardrobe. I believe clothing shouldn’t dictate how people perceive you, yet I find myself in a constant struggle against societal expectations.
As someone who identifies as non-conforming and gender fluid, my experiences differ drastically from those assigned female at birth. I’ve navigated the world with female pronouns, but I also embrace my masculine side deeply. I want people to see that part of me first, rather than reduce me to my physical attributes.
Despite being a dedicated yogi, I was hesitant to wear tight-fitting athletic wear due to its associations with femininity, fearing it would undermine my masculine identity. Although I recognize that clothing has no gender, it’s a societal perception I grapple with.
My sexuality also colors my worldview. As a queer individual attracted to women, I appreciate their beauty and softness. I understand the dynamics of attraction, but I’m acutely aware that no woman owes me anything because of my feelings. Respect is paramount; women are not trophies to be won.
When I noticed that man’s gaze, I felt like my identity was being disregarded, reduced to mere objectification. It angered me to think of how his leering could affect not just me, but also my loved ones—my partner, friends, and daughters. This behavior is a reminder of the constant battle women face against unwanted attention, a battle I usually don’t have to fight.
As I stood there in the dairy aisle, I was furious but also reminded of my privilege as a gender-fluid person. I feel compelled to tell men who are interested in women that respect is key. If you want to connect with someone, you must first ensure they feel comfortable and valued. Women are gifts, not prizes to be claimed.
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In summary, the experience of being objectified serves as a stark reminder of the ongoing issues of respect and equality that many face daily. It’s essential to foster a culture of acknowledgment and understanding, where individuals are seen for who they are beyond their physical appearances.
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