July 27, 2011
7. Newblog2011: 07/27/11 PLEASE STOP TRYING TO GROPE ME!
Last night, I walked into the women’s dorm upstairs. The same woman who leaves her arm out over the side of her bed and who had, on two separate occasions before last night, put her am out and fondled my legs while I tried to climb out of my bunk bed had her arm out again.
She has the only bed in the room that’s not a bunk bed; it’s perpendicular to the bunk bed of which I have the top bunk, and it’s a small room. There’s no way to avoid her arm if she has it out like that and I’m trying to get to the side of the bunk bed so that I can climb up to the top bunk.
My alternate route for getting into the top bunk is to step on the top of the bureau that’s at the other end of the room. Then I have to climb over the side rail of the bunk bed. Then, I have to wrap the flip flops that I wear around the house in a t-shirt and keep them on my bed all night so that I don’t disrupt anyone’s sleep by trying to toss them onto the floor.
Getting out of the bunk bed in the morning can be difficult, although using the side of the bed to climb out next to the bed which produces the arm at night is not as much of a peril in the morning because there’s daylight. Even with everything that’s happened so far, nobody has yet attempted to grope me when there’s daylight. Mostly, it’s unpleasant to contemplate trying to get to the floor via a route that's near someone who tried to grope me the night before, and, in fact, sometimes the arm is out in the morning.
Unhappily, it’s much more difficult to get out of the top bunk by stepping onto the bureau than it is to get into the top bunk by way of the bureau.
Maybe I should start wearing shorts during the day, around town, and at night at the shelter before I put on my full-length pj's. Maybe the spider veins, bug bites and invading cellulite will help put a stop to such unpleasant moments. For a while, I was wondering if it would be possible to use a hair removal product besides a razor on my legs in one of the bathrooms at the shelter, but maybe I’ll put that plan off until I get my own place.
Those measures might not help, though, because the groping probably has as much or more to do with my being famous and also with my having been famously pursued by other famous people as it does with my appearance.
Also; why should I do that? Why can't she just quit it?
7. Newblog2011: 07/27/11 PLEASE STOP TRYING TO GROPE ME!
Copyright L. Kochman 07/27/11 @ 3:28 p.m./final edit @ 3:36 p.m./addition @ 3:43 p.m./addition @3:46 p.m.
7. Newblog2011: 07/27/11 PLEASE STOP TRYING TO GROPE ME!
Last night, I walked into the women’s dorm upstairs. The same woman who leaves her arm out over the side of her bed and who had, on two separate occasions before last night, put her am out and fondled my legs while I tried to climb out of my bunk bed had her arm out again.
She has the only bed in the room that’s not a bunk bed; it’s perpendicular to the bunk bed of which I have the top bunk, and it’s a small room. There’s no way to avoid her arm if she has it out like that and I’m trying to get to the side of the bunk bed so that I can climb up to the top bunk.
My alternate route for getting into the top bunk is to step on the top of the bureau that’s at the other end of the room. Then I have to climb over the side rail of the bunk bed. Then, I have to wrap the flip flops that I wear around the house in a t-shirt and keep them on my bed all night so that I don’t disrupt anyone’s sleep by trying to toss them onto the floor.
Getting out of the bunk bed in the morning can be difficult, although using the side of the bed to climb out next to the bed which produces the arm at night is not as much of a peril in the morning because there’s daylight. Even with everything that’s happened so far, nobody has yet attempted to grope me when there’s daylight. Mostly, it’s unpleasant to contemplate trying to get to the floor via a route that's near someone who tried to grope me the night before, and, in fact, sometimes the arm is out in the morning.
Unhappily, it’s much more difficult to get out of the top bunk by stepping onto the bureau than it is to get into the top bunk by way of the bureau.
Maybe I should start wearing shorts during the day, around town, and at night at the shelter before I put on my full-length pj's. Maybe the spider veins, bug bites and invading cellulite will help put a stop to such unpleasant moments. For a while, I was wondering if it would be possible to use a hair removal product besides a razor on my legs in one of the bathrooms at the shelter, but maybe I’ll put that plan off until I get my own place.
Those measures might not help, though, because the groping probably has as much or more to do with my being famous and also with my having been famously pursued by other famous people as it does with my appearance.
Also; why should I do that? Why can't she just quit it?
7. Newblog2011: 07/27/11 PLEASE STOP TRYING TO GROPE ME!
Copyright L. Kochman 07/27/11 @ 3:28 p.m./final edit @ 3:36 p.m./addition @ 3:43 p.m./addition @3:46 p.m.