After my assault, I was confronted with a life changing decision: I could be a victim, or I could be an advocate. I could become weaker, or become stronger. I could hate the world, or I could change it. I decided to change it.
The most awkward part of these meet-ups is that I often repeat myself multiple times related to the fact that I remember none of the truths or lies that I’d conjured up on the night we met.
Initially I came to this community searching for love, intimacy and brotherhood. In return, I got shade, infidelity, loneliness and disunity. The self-loathing in this community forces you to encounter a series of broken men who are self-destructive, hurtful, cruel and vindictive towards one another.
3. You start to get a little crazy, but only a little crazy.
No one ever wants to equate religion with rape culture, but I’m going to do it because it needs to stop being ignored.
Only sleep with people you could be friends with.
Saying what you think (or know) we want to hear, but not believing it.
“So how about you send me $1 for every dick pic you ever sent me, how about that?”
“Whatever you want, babe!”
Teen years: loser. Age 22: loser who knows the beauty of a small victory.