Today I saw a ghost from my past & present. I paused before walking across the parking lot to my car. In that pause I got a clear no thanks from my gut. Since I have really been observing my people pleasing I'ma-tell-you-all-my-business-I'ma-highly-sensitive-empath-who-forgets-her-boundaries-and-needs-to-put-people-at-ease tendencies through a race & gender lense, brevity & silence are friends. Especially when I am talking to white women & cis het presenting men of every race. Now, running through previous experiences with sexual harassment from strangers in my head, I recall how willingly I would tell someone my name & age. Sexual harassment on the street has scared me since I was an adolescent, but I noticed early on that when I was nice the old heads or old men didn't get so mad. When I was sharing my age, I was hoping that my being underage would repel them. It never did. Today a man tried it & I noticed the only urge I had was to be observational & keep it moving. He shared his name & in the space he left for me to do the same...I observed the tension in my neck & shoulders, as he was walking behind me on the stairs, I also noticed the sweat on my upper lip, & that the other black woman in the stairwell being jointly harassed did not engage either. #youcandefinitelytry #youcancatchthesemagicalpaws #tibetantantra #taoism #ifuckswithme #wcw #nonbinaryblackmagic #shadowdancer #lightworker #ancestralhealingafoot https://www.instagram.com/p/Bs_xTmbAgIV/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1kf9pl4yzq2ek