I tell the story jokingly when people ask, like it doesn't bother me. And for the most part it doesn't. But when I told her no, she kept pushing. And when I moved away from her, she moved closer to me. And when I told her I didn't want to, she started crying. And when I said no, she cried harder and took the condom out of her pocket. And when I said no again, she tried to bargain with me. And then cried more. And with every no, the threat of self harm loomed heavier. I said no until I couldn't anymore and then we did. I don't blame her. I don't think it was violent. But I know it bothers me. And I know it's not a story I wish I had. I don't know if this is worth publishing or presenting. I don't know if it qualifies. I don't know if it belittles other people by being put beside them. But I think I just wanted to type it, so thank you.