When talking about this nowadays it’s not a matter of how many times has it been violated and in which way. In my case, it’s how many times, how many men and which one hurt the most?
Another nonconsent story for my fucked up memories. Is this going to end? Am I going to end soon? Is this God’s intended will or is it the permissive will?
Today, I fear every man that says they want to touch me and “love me” and try to “fix” me. Fuck off. I am not broken and I tried to trust you. You decided to not put the condom on, even if I explicitly told you to do so. You saw a gap, and took it. I gave you my back, literally, and you choose not to put the condom on.