I feel taken advantage of, I feel dirty, I would even go so far as to say I feel depressed. I do not feel assaulted. I am afraid that if I try to identify with women who were truly raped I will be mocked, but I also don’t feel like I can identify with women who have only had consensual sex.
I am in a relationship, with two people, at the same time.
I was in so much pain that I physically recoiled, but it didn’t matter.
It’s good to have a healthy approach to sex. What’s not good is the realization that you live behind a shell labeled “hardass” because that’s the only way you can survive.
I’m texting you again. And the world is spinning.
You are a damn Casanova online, but…when you make the switch to IRL? Ugh.
I love you. You’re my best friend and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. [Insert name here] will you grow fat and old with me?
Thoughts from a woman who has slept with 20+ Navy SEALs.
I have a proclivity for the occasional spanking … even if I haven’t exactly found my willing partner just yet.
Sometimes—no matter how much feminist literature we have read—we still feel the need to objectify you.