Sweatpants Season

Sweatpants Season

Sweatpants Season

He has a bigâ€¦smile.
It was the first thing I noticed that day until he stood. His grey sweatpants hung off his hips and I didnâ€™t want to look. I really didnâ€™t.
Iâ€™m a feminist.
I donâ€™t believe in objectifying men. I donâ€™t catcall men. I donâ€™t ogle the bodies of men. I donâ€™t view men as objects of my affection rather than complex people with feelings, wants, and needs of their own. I donâ€™t treat men the way society often treats women.
I treat men the way I want to be treated as a womanâ€”with respect!
So, when Carlos ran into me while I was reviewing my interview questions in the park, it surprised me to see my photography classmate out of context. I was also surprised to see as much of him as I did.
It wasnâ€™t just that it caught my eye. It was the fact that it held my attention.
It wasnâ€™t just that it was large. It was the fact that it was visibly large.
It wasnâ€™t just that it was Carlos Richmond. It was the fact that I am Akila Bishara.
And I am not seduced by anything other than intelligent conversation, witty rapport, and meaningful actions.
I am not seduced by a dick print.
I am not.
Seriously, Iâ€™m not.

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Country USA
Binding Kindle Edition
ReleaseDate 2018-07-31
Format Kindle eBook

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