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in high school he took my top off in my parents basement, he bit my breasts while I tried to feign interest, he was rough and never asked if this was ok, i didn’t know. At least he pulled away when my mother called down asking if we wanted any rice krispy treats.
I never saw him again.
in college, we played drinking games together, things escalated over time, we were promiscuous true, but when I told him no, he continued on and forced my first orgasm from me.
We kept in touch, we still had the same friends circle, I didn’t know what he did was wrong at that point, we met up again after graduating, I had too much to drink, he held my head in his hands and forced me down on him.
He proposed to his girlfriend and they are married, they had been together since high school.
I never saw him again.
When I studied abroad men in clubs would come up to me, dance behind me, then ride their fingers up my skirt, their mouths on my neck.
I stopped wearing skirts to clubs, I stopped dancing with men.
I worked backstage, and ran wardrobe for theaters. The men made comments, one had me sit on his lap, one night I missed my bus home and he offered a spot at his apartment.
I thought he meant his couch but found out differently later that night.
I quit that job.
I was offered a ride home, it was a party I probably drank too much. I trusted an older man who was a coworker, he offered me a ride home to make sure I got home safe, it was on his way home.
He forced my head down and didn’t let go till I swallowed.
He proposed to his long term partner the next week.
He is well liked in the community.
I avoid him at all costs.
I remember that night if only for the feel of his hands threaded through my hair and the tears I cried after.
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