How could he do this to me? How could he inflict this much pain onto someone who he had once said he could not live without, who he had once promised the world to?
I am calling on all sorority advisors, house moms, chapter presidents… to create and hold space within your sororities for the “Me Too” conversations. STOP allowing a culture of “drunken mishaps” to sweep a member’s experience of rape under the table.
Please remember she is extraordinary.
“The person was talking about how they were finding random notes written in their own handwriting around their house that they didn’t write.”
In a world that places so much value on extroversion, it’s really fucking hard to survive.
When you said you didn’t want me to go and pulled me into the warmth of your chest and pressed your cheek to mine, I knew I could live there, make a home there. Because when you let me go, I felt a piece of me stay there, with you.
I am writing this piece for the many brave women who put their careers on the line by outing Weinstein. I am writing this piece for the women across the country and the MANY women in my own community who have been subject to the same façade.
When a stranger who knows nothing about you feels like he has a right to you- that he’s entitled to you and you are nothing but there for his gain – that’s assault.
Somewhere along the line of daily midnight rendezvous and an exchange of sweet promises, we forgot. We forgot that there was actually a world outside our own forest fire.
You get her to want you like you do. And then you just leave her broken when she falls for you.