Content warning: sexual assault.
Because it can be risky business.
If you don’t want to be accused of sexual assault, don’t sexually assault anyone.
This year, I’ll be secretly observing an anniversary that was never meant for me.
Go ahead, #ArrestUs for exercising our fundamental human right of choice over our bodies.
He grabbed my breast full in his open hand and squeezed so hard he left me throbbing in pain.
I never thought my husband and I would be connected by a word like rape, yet here I am.
It’s an exercise in trust and consent.
And I wonder how I could have left these women out of my story, how I could have given all my attention to the men who had hurt me instead of the...
Here’s the thing: I have no memory of ever being sexually assaulted or abused.
I lost my virginity to rape, at 13 years old.
I was on a date. It was December and warm in Southern California.
I’d always been taught the bad men were the ones lurking in the bushes. No one ever told me they could be the man you marry.
The softest touch can cause the greatest pain. This is something all women know.
The country has spoken; women do not matter in the United States.
Imagine living the worst moment of your life over and over again.
Content Notice: Sexual Assault
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