Since you are a part of it, you ought to know what rape culture is.
I don’t care for someone who longs to feel my body; I want a man who is desperate to touch my heart. Someone who wants to learn my mind, who I am, what I believe, what I think about, what I love.
I didn’t understand how I could feel like both an insider and outsider. I didn’t understand how I could fit in everywhere seamlessly, yet at the same time, nowhere at all.
Every 98 seconds, an American is sexually assaulted.
Someone had taken my first real sexual experience from me.
Was it when he slipped the little white pill in my gin and tonic?
Take pride in your “year-round tan”as I like to say, and don’t wear your skin like a drunken apology.
Take this in: rape culture exists because we as people like to think that it does not.
The fact that the Bengali culture had so many gender pressures on women was something that I did not like at all. This is an example of something I do not take home.
The alternative to this is just as simple: listen to us.