I Need Feminism Because Peeping Tom

The peeping tom has taken up running or biking whatever it is that requires two-piece spandex body suits and frequenting my coffee shop since I moved. — when I feel his eyes on me staring as I sit at my table, or staring as I enter from a walk; I would rather take an orangepeeler…

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Blaine

i don’t remember you most of the time. It was 2005, or 6 & you worked at Starbucks. I didn’t remember your name, but you knew mine. — you messaged me on AIM, like we did back then. I was inexperienced, and you knew just what to say. i didn’t especially like you, but you…

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Toxicity Didn’t Kill Me

i remember it looked like a smashed strawberry when the gynecologist pryed the tampon out of me. I was a 20 year old Raped in my childhood bedroom by a boy who used “i love you”‘s like a trojan horse. — three days later, I didn’t remember. trauma does that to you [even though for…

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Sexual Autonomy: Capitalistic “Free Market” Style

the subject jailed in her own brain cell is released after a near decade Of rehabilitated self-confinement. “To any boy who has never been used as pole, alone, I welcome you.” After a lifetime of prolonged dis-value of her pleasure, and relentless stealing of her sex, she locked herself in her own head; As inmate…

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straight man uncomfortable with my bisexuality being mine.

Male friend cracks a joke about “[that thing]… being the tits” I agree “Yes, the scenery of this game IS beautiful, like some tits.” He uncomfortably chuckles, Like, It wasn’t for him? Like, he didn’t know? My sexuality isn’t just for him? Like? All women’s sexuality isn’t for men? Like – Like-ing women isn’t just…

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