There Are Days I Want To Take My Easton On Tour...
Today. Today I want to take my Easton on tour.
You know, there’s nothing like when my two single largest fights decide to jump into the ring together to try to kick my ass.
And yet, here I stand, still dropping these dickheads left and right.
It’s called tenacity, and I think my whole left leg and part of my hip are made solely of it.
There’s just no fucking way I’m leaving this fight until I crush someone.
So, this morning we have an abused woman come to the AaBF folk, namely, Your Queen, and tell me of one of the worst cases I’ve heard in a long time. I will tell you it consists of abusing a service animal (y’all fucking know, ooooo y’all know), spousal rape, or just rape as I like to call it, and more abuse than you can shake a stick at.
So as I was shaking a stick at it, I got myself all hyped up about shaking a much larger stick at the asshole behind the issue. And I thought to myself, “you know, if myself, my slapjack, and my ball bat went on tour, I could really get maximum mileage out of my stilettos and my commitment to helping women who need someone to have their back”.
I’m pretty sure the law has a name for that type of shit, but I don’t have a clue what it is and none of y’all do either.
I can’t begin to explain how disgusted I am that men like this not only exist, but they skate. They skate on life, they skate on the law, and they skate their stupid asses right onto thin ice fucking with me.
We’re just going to keep my tour dates between us for the moment, however, I can assure you that if your sorry ass old man is beating on you, I just so happen to have a tour date in your city. Oh, you haven’t mentioned the city you’re in? Interesting, sounds like Showingmyassthefuckupville to me.
I have to commend the woman from today. She’s got heart. And one hell of a fight. Rachel did a little digging for us today (thank you, Rach, you will always be the muscle behind my tussle), and it’s simply not a place that makes it easy to get things like protective orders and the like, so we’ve decided to take the long way around.
Fine by me, I’m a scenic route type of Bitchface. Buckle up, bitch, safety first and whatnot.
This is yet another shining example of the fact that we aren’t counted in the grand scheme of making laws and enforcing said laws. The several (yes, I fucking said several) police reports this woman has should be enough to have a temporary protection order, a locksmith, and a police escort to remove this prick, on deck.
Sadly, it isn’t. It’s instead a whole lot of paperwork, and hearings, and some more shit just to get to the point that she doesn’t feel as though she’ll be murdered in her fucking sleep tonight.
I know the feeling, y’all, and it ain’t good.
We trudge uphill both ways in 5 feet of snow to simply get a sheet of paper that paints a larger target on us, and we can sit there with our fingers crossed and pray he doesn’t have a beer or two and decide that whipping our ass for the last time sounds like one hell of a good idea to him. Because it happens so often.
I will tell you I had a friend tell me just yesterday about his cousin whose life was taken by her piece of shit husband. He stabbed her repeatedly in front of their child, murdered her in front of their child. Because this is what abusers do. They lose control, and the way they think they’ll get it back is to kill us in front of our kids, and sometimes kill any family or friend who stands in to help us.
This is why big Glock .40 and I are in a committed relationship. Because I am not your victim , bruh, I am walking out of my own accord and you can move or be moved. Choice is yours, partna.
For the love of Mary and all things Holy, men, please stop beating us to within an inch of our lives. Please stop stabbing us to death in front of our children. Please just fucking stop. It was never okay, and it isn’t getting any more acceptable.
Stop fucking abusing women. As a whole, in general, and also in particular. Just fucking stop it.
Or don’t. And go ahead and send me the name of your town so I can be sure my tour doesn’t miss you.
Bitch.
This is what makes me reminisce about Lorena Bobbitt, I remember the news when she chopped off her husband's manhood because she was fed up with his abuses.
Proud of you too, sis