I have heard this question more times than I care to think about. The answer is an emphatic YES! I give respect and expect it in return. 

Do I walk down the street in vinyl gear, wearing seven inch platform boots, striking passers-by with my crop?  No. That would be a bit interesting to explain to the authorities and the mug shots would be passed around in those annoying spam emails that clog inboxes.  Do I force my sissies to dress in lingerie and go to the movies? No, but there is always tomorrow.  Have I made someone stroke his cock where someone could see him? Well, that was a bad example. 

Back to the matter at hand. Everyone has to go to the supermarket. No one advised me the supermarket was now a place for horny bastards to be lecherous.  Unassuming females must be placed next to the lubricant in the personal items sections and I did not get the memo.

Mr. Dickbrain, his name as been changed to protect the weak minded, rude, obnoxious, and ignorant, approaches me. I am thinking nothing of this, as there are many people in the supermarket who walk past all the time. This bitch was going to be different.

He stops next to me and does not even attempt to hide the fact he is staring in disgusting way while licking his lips. “Hey girl. Damn, I need to have a piece of you.”

The first thought in my mind was that this man had to be insane. My second thought flew from my lips,” Who the hell are you talking to?”

He then walks around to get a rear view and comments on what he would do with “an ass like that”. I had enough of his bullshit and let him know it.

I told him in no uncertain terms to get the fuck out of my breathing area. Apparently he is more stupid than he looked because he said my attitude was a turn on.

I told him if he didn’t get lost, I was going to slap the stupid out of his thick skull and then kick any leftovers out. He gave me a dumb look before a look of terror came over his face.

When a woman walked up to him, from behind me, he became the good little bitch. She, however, became dumb bitch in his place. “Were you hitting on my boyfriend?” she snarled.

After saying a few choice words, I told her she must be dreaming. A vibrator was more alluring. I told her to get her dog on a fucking leash before laughing, shaking my head, and walking away.

Who said shopping was boring?