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I still won't say the words rape or sexual assault
Why do we still have this tradition?
Don't fucking touch me
I remember
Let's not talk about it
We live in a plague
My boyfriend kissed me gently
I was in my Houston Hall dorm room
We had to share a bed at the Loj
I read once in Seventeen magazine
You don't have the right
"You shouldn't have talked, bitch."
Happy birthday
All I ever wanted was to feel safe again
2:55am/The Furies
Invaded
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
I still cry about it
I remember that night
I'm drunk
I hope this is it
Between
I didn't know
I was raped my freshman year
Three years
What he did to me
The truth is
How can it be
Letting go
Does it count?
I finally felt like I could start healing
I wore that skirt
I'm not really sure what counts
When I came to Tufts
I wasn't going to do this, but I saw him today
Fuck You
I know you mean best
orientation
They asked me if I was sure
When I was a sophmore
I wasn't sure if it "counted"
You told them I was beautiful
This is not meant to be coherent
It was the first weekend
It can be very difficult
You said that I was beautiful
I don't know that I was raped
I'm having a hard time writing this
I wonder what you think of
I'm a friendly cuddly girl
Letter to the bystander
Thank you for the lesson
Because I loved you then
Your fairly standard hookup
I still can't comprehend
I'm feverish as I type this
Dear shitty ex-boyfriend
I met this guy on Tinder
Can I take your pants off?
My conversation
Things I needed to hear as I healed
When I was young
My reaction to seeing him around campus
I refuse to be silenced
As a girl I was always taught to be on the defensive
It all happened very quietly
I like to give people second chances
No I was not okay, I was drunk
I don't want to say nothing anymore
Sixteen
I was sober
Does it count
first.
20 minutes
I told myself I wouldn't tell your story
Her neck can't hold
It's been one year
I didn't realize someone so progressive wouldn't hear 'no'
I was sixteen years old
Alcoholic Bruises
Last year
Your hands
Because of love
Bathroom
Summertime
I know these 3 truths
Dublin
Last summer
I watched
Blowjobs
The boardwalk is my favorite place
Mystery Date
Shoutout
Safe spaces
Fuck Tufts
First week of freshman year
I trusted him
Logically, I know it wasn't my fault
It was 11pm
The cognitive dissonance makes me want to puke
I don't know where to begin
I did not want to dance with him
I still have the hospital gown
I thought he was going to say sorry
It was freshman year
Can you be raped by your boyfriend?
I came home at 2am
Fifty-five weeks and five days
The morning after
Shock and numbness
It took an entire year and a half
I gave my first blowjob when I was 4
I had already forgotten him
Second month of college
I tell the story jokingly
Reading the same story
You were too busy looking at me
Four year anniversary
You're walking in my direction
Old spice and weed
I felt so much guilt after
He asked me out right away
Tl;dr girl meets girl
He lived across the hall from me
I have started to deal with the trauma
I have spoken and written at great length
Chills
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