Posts tagged #metoo
Maybe It's Not Butterflies, But a Fear of Further Violation

“My back was to the door and I was seated, hunched over a large piece of graph paper and talking to the other girls. As I worked, I didn't hear him come back, but suddenly, I felt his hands on my chest. He squeezed for a few seconds, and then said, "I think your bra is too small." Then he walked over to his spot and continued working…”

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Doing Things Alone - As an Italian Girl: New Freedoms in an Ancient Culture

“Being catcalled is so rooted in our Italian souls that girls don’t even get too upset about it, however, the sense of discomfort caused by whistles and vulgar appreciations is rarely perceived as ‘normal’, and we walk with a subtle fear in the background of our minds. So, the common tendency to hang out in groups is perhaps partly because of that…”

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Sexual Assault: The Ugly Truth You Didn’t Want to Hear


“It is nothing like what we see on TV. It isn’t a random stranger attacking you in a park at night and it doesn’t end with justice. The victim doesn’t go back to her normal life since her attacker is locked up. No. This is real life and most likely, your attacker will go free. Sexual assault is ugly. It is brutal. It’s not a stranger; it is your neighbor, your boss, your friend or acquaintance…”

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I Know That There’s a Word For What Happened To Me: On Defining Sexual Assault

“I could have said no. I should have said no. But I knew what he would become if I did. I knew how the pleading would turn into threats and how quickly his respect would dissolve into fury. I had seen him angry before; I had cleaned up broken glass and taped posters back on walls…”

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What Do I Call It If I Don't Know If It's Abuse?

“Losing your virginity on cold cement is just as bad as it sounds. When he came (maybe 5 minutes later), he asked me if I came too. I looked at the ghostly-white slimy puddle of cum on the cement next to me and his soft dick and said, “Yeah, I did” even though I didn’t, and wasn’t even sure what that would have been like…”

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The Emotional Economics of Forgiveness

“Years later, it’s difficult for me to tell my current husband that I love him.  It’s difficult to wring out the vulnerability required to engage in emotional intimacy.  The experience of being in love with a socially inept pathological liar, who once held a revolver to his head as he sat in bed beside me, will do exactly that…”

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