And guess what? I hung out with him the following night. If I had Twitter, I woulda Tweeted that shit. Like, that’s the part I don’t tell ANYBODY: I was so fucked-up right after it happened that I thought if I could make him like me it wouldn’t hurt, what he did. It wouldn’t have been “a big deal.” I was so fucked-up right after that dude raped me that I thought making him my boyfriend would fix it. That’s why the Assange case matters, not to the world, but to me: Because they’re saying that if you hang out with the guy later, it wasn’t rape, if you didn’t fight back hard enough, it wasn’t rape, if you’re a feminist, it wasn’t rape, THAT’S WHY IT MATTERS MOE…
This whole post absolutely took my breath away. It is 100% made up of TRU FAX and should be handed out to every girl in this country on their first day of college, if not sooner.
