Hey, you. I don't know how you've ended up here
but I guess you are curious by the title.
Me? My name is Eva, I'm 22 and lesbian.
Funny right? As the title of my channel.
Today I wanted to have a chat with you about something getting more attention recently.
The #meToo in England and #balanceTonPorc in France.
Why mention this?
Why not honestly?
I was very surprised when this came out.
Not about male behaviour,
it's quite common actually.
We all know how it works.
But it's kind of like the return of an old resentment,
hiden for a while by the banality, habbits
and an helplessness feeling.
I thought "why did we wait all of that time to speak?"
Every hour in France, around 9 people are raped,
this means 206 rapes a day.
0.5% of men have experienced sexual violence against 1.3% women.
It's not from me It's from the INSEE *National Institute of Statistics and Economic Studies
Yes, I can see the comments coming like:
"Yeah come on! What about men?
They're suffering too cause of the social pressure,
but nobody cares because males are supposed to be able to manage.
but violence still exist, and we don't talk about it..."
The anti-feminists:
"Here we are. Another one making blaspheme against men for five assholes"
The rationalists:
"Bad things happen everywhere. We need to relax, it doesn't happen all the time.
Good. Well obviously.
I don't care if you're not agree with me.
And I don't care if this video is shit,
badly presented, or contain inappropriate words.
In fact. We have a problem.
It's been years and years. So what?
Because this isn't the only one, that forbids us to mention it?
Or even talk about it?
No... I don't think so.
It's by sorting big things like this that we can fix the other ones.
And in fact,
it became time to talk about our lovely porcs.
I had my first experience a week ago.
My first pork.
I met him in Dijon. The city of the moustard.
I was taking the tram to visit one of my mate.
It's was 10 PM. I go out the train station. I buy a ticket.
Go in. And seat in the first place I see.
Honestly, I'll not lie I'm in general a confident person.
and I refuse to be scared
Also of course!
I came across billions counts whistling me on the street
lads having the good idea to obstruct my way while telling the qualities of my bum,
macho or insecure degrading the way I dress with the pretext I'm not feminine enough.
Because I'm wearing trainers, long T-shirt and military jean kind of baggy.
Or also smooth talkers (well I think we should revisit this term actually)
following me for 20 minutes with hope to get my phone number.
I even had a chance one time to give two euros to a homeless
who asked me 5 minutes after word if he could bring me to dinner.
because I was for him "so pretty"
We all met them one day.
Anyway our origins, size, weight, religions or sexuality.
Again, and again still. But this pork...
This pork bro was from another category.
We passed 2 stations and at the 3rd, a pork, around is 40's,
hangover,
come in the tram and approaches the seat right in front of me.
He sits. He looks at me. I ignore him. He starts the conversation.
Nonchalantly I show him I'm not impressed,
and I have a massive personality, you know?
This let me gain few minutes and change of subject.
and tired, I'm not looking to hear longer his useless compliments.
Anyway, he tells me his age. Try to make me believe he's sober
and get a bit upset I fuck him off but finally shut up.
I thought that was it.
The next minute he approaches me, says inaudible things and touches my leg.
In 2 seconds I push his hand, raise my hand and tell him:
"calm down right now otherwise I'll show you how a girl can hit."
Surprised he recovers. I'm waiting for the next step.
Yes, you know when it's not over. That moment arrives.
He approches again, kind of as he'd like to apologies.
Saying: "you know, I'm sorry... I didn't wanted to..."
then touches again my thigh
I push his fucking hand away, raise my fist, get ready to punch and shout
"Are you fucking joking me?! I just told you to..."
then five guards suddenly interrupt me on my way shouting
"Wooooh! What are you doing?! "
"Let her away or you go out the tram!"
"Do not touch her!"
Both suprise by them presence we make eye contact and leave it
He get back on his seat, upset like a child who have been reprimanded
and start to fix far away, out of the double glazing
I'm trying to don't loose my mind, calm my breath and reduce my anger.
Stock between the disappointment of not being at the end of my act
and the satisfaction of having been defended.
I remind also a man on my right who left after my first warning.
I identify also a young girl, in front of me.
Quite close to the pork
She might be student. She is staring at him.
A bit worried, scared and sorry.
At least I think.
Finally, I think it's good to see that the guards intervened.
Because to people inside the tram,
and to this girl
it's reassuring.
Three of them leave the wagon. Look at me one more time to check
Doors close. The two others moove away.
At the minute of the tram restarts, the pork comes back.
He moves his left leg to touch mine. I move.
He moves the right one. My adrenaline increase. I get ready to punch shouting:
"Are you fucking joking me!!!!"
and again the guards interrupt me.
My only whish is to bit him.
They put him out, at the next station.
I like boys. I love you boys.
And I know an incredible number of wonderful man who have never needed to behave like porks.
Unfortunately
Some have the brain upside down
Some come right from the Neolithic
and thoughts them balls got power.
Is cause of a bad education? A testosteroidien genetic issue?
A social pressure related to the Group? Stupidity?
There is my message.
You ladies,
you gentlemen
who know a massive pork.
You non gender who are indignant.
Swear if someine reached your bashfulness.
Shout if someone try to touch you.
Hit if someone tent to hurt you.
But do not let porks steal your freedom.
A hurricane is born.
On social media, in the press, etc, etc...
Anger, indignation, too much
It is not our fault.
But at least they took time to create it
so let's work on its improvment together
with our voices, our braiths, our resentments
#meToo
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