sexualization

I’m tired of being ogled at while taking the SkyTrain

I’ve always had a big thing for public connection; catching a passerby’s eye in the habitual bustle, maybe offering a nod or — heaven forbid — a quick “good morning.” There’s something worthwhile in mustering the effort to reach out and acknowledge people. It’s important, savouring the subtle details that are so easy to dismiss but, at the end of the day, it gives you that extra little something. Cheesy, yes, but unmistakably true; to be connected is essentially to be human. But then I became a SkyTrain commuter, and everything changed. Put bluntly, people are perverts. Okay, I can’t…

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