Someone had taken my first real sexual experience from me.
Since you are a part of it, you ought to know what rape culture is.
Every 98 seconds, an American is sexually assaulted.
FYI, it was me who keyed an ‘R’ into the side of your car that night. In case you couldn’t put it together, it stands for RAPIST.
Was it when he slipped the little white pill in my gin and tonic?
I have a tendency to spend time with guys who just don’t seem to get it. Who don’t understand why I grab my closest girl friend when I need to use the bathroom at the club. Who don’t understand why I call them late at night when I’m walking through dark streets alone.
Take this in: rape culture exists because we as people like to think that it does not.
Every victim of assault or rape has acted in ways that do not align with the image of the “perfect victim.” Yet this is often irrelevant when it comes to rape – a crime in which the focus of interrogation should be the perpetrator, but is usually the victim.
Modesty shouldn’t be a prerequisite for respect and it shouldn’t be the sole indicator of self-respect. The level of modesty a female victim is perceived to have in her clothing choices is irrelevant – she is not to blame for the actions of her perpetrators.
I remember saying, “No, I’m not ready.”