Consent? #metoo #youtoo

On By Richmond Road

Here’s todays resurrection from the tomb of shitty stuff I’ve written.

I think it’s about consent. But even with all the education and publicity there seems to be a grey area in there somewhere that we can’t define. So, with absolute respect (I mean it) for the #metoo movement, maybe it’s time some of us look back upon past behaviours and form a #youtoo sort of movement.

There’s a bit of nastiness in there somewhere, and that’s not autobiographical I wish to stress. I am not perfect, but I’ve never really got a handle on the ‘bad boy’ persona.

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I am a rogue

I cheat. I lie.

A fact to which

You’ll testify

For you are weak

And I am strong

You felt beneath me

All along

Did not repel

My crude advance

Did not hold tight

Your underpants

Did not protect

Your fragile pride

Did not eject me

From the ride

But now you know

Just who I am

A substitute

A fake. A scam.

Do not assume

I feel your pain

You won’t make this mistake

Again

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9 thoughts on “Consent? #metoo #youtoo”

  3. I’ll be honest, at my age I look at that photo and there is an attraction…I was always attracted to the “bad boys”probably because I had such a strict father I was not allowed to do anything more than look. How many parents even today make that mistake? As a result I married the first (and he was an adult) man that showed affection, and being married for 47 years which you might call a success, I was never really happy. The last 11 years I have lived by myself and will I’m sure. You’ve inspired a confession here old RR, as I think giving a little consent to one of those bad boys might have been a saving grace for a happier life. Dang it, RR, you got me with this one😒

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