Get the "F" Out of My Face
That is exactly what she said. Get the F$%K out of my face. (This story retold with permission).
They had been discussing as a group the subject of genders/sexes. At its core how many genders/sexes are there and are the terms gender/sex the same? His version was there are two genders/sexes simply because there are that many reproductive organs. Furthermore, he argued the term gender and sex are synonymous. The red head felt differently and at first it appeared they learned from each other. Neither completely persuaded by the other's argument. But it was enlightening all around. At least he thought.
That night he went home and did his own research, quite a bit of research. And as it turned out saw the merits of some of her most passionate points. Though he had not completely come around he had leaned in her direction at least enough to acknowledge how she had awakened him to a higher bit of learning on the subject. It appeared it seems that the subject of gender was complicated.
As he approached her with olive branch in hand, she turned toward him mere inches from his face and in front of everyone yelled GET THE "F$%K OUT OF MY FACE! He did not have a chance to say a word. He was stunned, hurt, embarrassed and completely taken aback. It was the first time in his young life two things had happened. One, someone swore at him and two, someone did not like him. They had been friends less than two weeks. The red head made sure she took their posse, all of them with her. He would be left alone to figure future things out on his own.
He came to me for advise. Mom what should I do? I told him this.
You get the F#$% out of her face and you stay the F#$% out of her face. She was losing that argument trust me. She did not know how to persuade you or others through intellect. She was drowning in yours. Count yourself lucky that she showed you who she is at such an early stage of friendship.
You feel like you lost all your friends in one clean swoop but trust me son, everybody in that posse saw how you conducted yourself and when they circle back around to you now or whenever, it will be up to you to decide where they fit in your beautiful life. Carry on my incredible son. You rare gentle specimen. Keep your heart held high. Be true to your truth. Do not apologize for being the special bright star you are in this life.
Most of all, remain the F out of her face!
That is exactly what she said. Get the F$%K out of my face. (This story retold with permission).
They had been discussing as a group the subject of genders/sexes. At its core how many genders/sexes are there and are the terms gender/sex the same? His version was there are two genders/sexes simply because there are that many reproductive organs. Furthermore, he argued the term gender and sex are synonymous. The red head felt differently and at first it appeared they learned from each other. Neither completely persuaded by the other's argument. But it was enlightening all around. At least he thought.
That night he went home and did his own research, quite a bit of research. And as it turned out saw the merits of some of her most passionate points. Though he had not completely come around he had leaned in her direction at least enough to acknowledge how she had awakened him to a higher bit of learning on the subject. It appeared it seems that the subject of gender was complicated.
As he approached her with olive branch in hand, she turned toward him mere inches from his face and in front of everyone yelled GET THE "F$%K OUT OF MY FACE! He did not have a chance to say a word. He was stunned, hurt, embarrassed and completely taken aback. It was the first time in his young life two things had happened. One, someone swore at him and two, someone did not like him. They had been friends less than two weeks. The red head made sure she took their posse, all of them with her. He would be left alone to figure future things out on his own.
He came to me for advise. Mom what should I do? I told him this.
You get the F#$% out of her face and you stay the F#$% out of her face. She was losing that argument trust me. She did not know how to persuade you or others through intellect. She was drowning in yours. Count yourself lucky that she showed you who she is at such an early stage of friendship.
You feel like you lost all your friends in one clean swoop but trust me son, everybody in that posse saw how you conducted yourself and when they circle back around to you now or whenever, it will be up to you to decide where they fit in your beautiful life. Carry on my incredible son. You rare gentle specimen. Keep your heart held high. Be true to your truth. Do not apologize for being the special bright star you are in this life.
Most of all, remain the F out of her face!
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