Not every fucking man is hitting on you. Not every guy at the gym wants to be with you.
I am a homosexual and I’m gettin my squats on and I’m staring at you because you have terrible form and even worse highlights
Dear “I’m a homosexual and I’m gettin my squats on”
I’m happy that you’re exercising in a way that fulfills you, and that your form is perfect and your highlights are better than this person’s.
I am not this woman at the gym, I hate gyms and exercise outside, but there are some points of non-cisgendered male existence you could use a reminder of.
I know that not every guy is hitting on me, and I know that a great many aren’t, and I know the world doesn’t revolve around me, but I also know what it feels like to be objectified, leered at, hit on on wontedly, and catcalled as does every woman at a rate of higher frequency than men, so forgive that woman for having enough experience to be uncomfortable at your starring because she doesn’t want to be that special either.
She just wants to sweat and look gross, and release some endorphins
p.s. squats mean more leg muscles for ass kicking