Here is my blog, the greatest realization of my greatest fear--being seen. I offer my deepest gratitude to you for reading it.
I have begun to see my body as just another part of who I am. It reflects my age, my habits, my hobbies, my genetics, and so much more. And, as it turns out, I am happy it is mine. It’s not perfect, but I can accept it as it is.
So, here is me, one more voice writing one more post about consent. But, this one is different, because it is directed to all of you. My friends. The “good guys”. You know who you are. I have laughed with you, admired you, hugged you, drank with you, sang with you, trusted you, helped you, vouched for you, and believed in you. I have called you a friend. And now I am calling you out. After this, you can never say you didn’t know. You can never selfishly take advantage of a woman, violate her consent, and claim ignorance.
My ex is a serial rapist. And thoughts about consent.
How I'm dealing with it...