Trigger Warnings: Discussion of rape, sexual assault, molestation, rape culture
I will couch this entire post with a disclaimer: I love guys. I think they’re fascinating, fun, sexy creatures. I am not a man-hating queer feminist. Far from it. But I do have my reservations.
I’ve always had trouble trusting guys.
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Yours truly, Summer 2007, with the Liberty Bell
It was the summer of 2007. I had just turned 21, and I had sassy middling-short unnatural burgundy hair. I had a vaguely badass sense of style, and, if I do say so myself, a booty that just wouldn’t quit. After years of insecurities, I had finally gotten to a point where I didn’t give a fuck what people thought…most of the time. I was a pretty hardcore bitch in the best possible way.
I mean, they installed a pole for the Shop Party. What else was I supposed to do?
I was working as a theatrical stitcher at a summer theatre in Pennsylvania, and I had decided that I was going to go to an outdoor shopping mall in a neighboring town by myself.
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