Actually, I meant to say …

People who fuck with my boundaries get the nothing they deserve.

I just wanted to keep it PG for the web link.

So what do I mean by this?  I mean that my boundaries are my own.  They’re not a reflection on you, the quality of person you are, or the worth of your invitation or request.

If you ask me to sample some food I’d rather not try, I’m not saying you’re a bad person or you have horrible gastronomic tendencies.  I’m simply saying I’ve thought about your offer and would rather not partake of food I don’t want.

If you want me to come to your extroverted beer bash or drunken and stoned house party, I’m going to take a pass.  Enjoy all the booze and drugs you like.  I’ll be somewhere else.

If you pressure me into engaging in some intimacy (including nonsexual and nonromantic intimacy) that I don’t want, I’m going to physically shut down/stop responding/tense up and give you a noncommittal response.  All of this is not a “Yes.”  It’s a soft “No” (but it’s no less a “No” because of its softness).   Continuing to ignore that “No” will result in an increasingly harsher, unquestionably hard “No.”  Don’t pretend you don’t get it then make me out to be some unfriendly, affection-refusing monster.

People who fuck with my boundaries get the nothing they deserve.

If you make an offer, I’m under no obligation to accept it.  You’ll know if I’m flirting with changing my mind by my increasing interest, not my rapidly escalating disinterest.

This is how I indicate my consent and enforce my boundaries.  In other words, this is basically what my “Yes” and “No” look like.

Rant over.