A summer away from my peers made me forget… white people, a good number of y’all have no concept of personal space when it comes to strangers. Tell me why every time I’m in line for something, some dude has to not just get in line behind me but literally breath his hot ass mouth vapors down my neck.

And if I turn around to glare at them to get them to back the fuck up, they just ignore it. If I take a very deliberate step forward, they take one too, because their silly ass thinks the line is moving even if I was clearly the only one moving. If you see that I leave a couple feet of space between me and the person in front of me, what makes you think I want you standing on my heels?

And it’s always white people doing this shit. Some PoC too, but they do it faaaaaar less, and still leave me more room than our white peers do.

White girls, y’all guilty of this too, even moreso than ya menfolk.

Listen, neckbeards, dudebros, frat boys, and sorority girls (all of the white variety, here) everywhere: I like my space. I like to be able to move freely. I like to be able to stand and exist without feeling like some random ass stranger is finna plow me the fuck over, or put a hand on me. There is always ample room behind you, yet you always stand so close that the hairs on the back of my neck stand straight up. I need room to breathe. And if you aren’t going to take my polite hints and give me my space then I will make you give me my space.

And if that means I gotta step on your toes with my six inch stilettos, then so be it. Oops. Well, if you hadn’t been standing so close, then your feet wouldn’t have become casualties of war.

Give me space or give you death.

WoC everywhere may feel free to consider that a win for whatever their struggle is.