Category: Trigger Warning
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Dysphoria
I never wanted to be a woman anyways, it’s just what people told me I was. I didn’t necessarily want to be a man, but I was told I only had the two options, so I thought about it sometimes. Then I was raped. And suddenly I wished so hard that I had been born…
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You Don’t Know What Rape Is
Sure you may know a dictionary definition. You may know that sex without consent is rape. But it’s so much more damaging than I’ve ever been able to fully describe. Nothing else has ever robbed me of agency so completely. Nothing else has ever left me so emotionally effected even years later. Sex and Power…
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A Calculated Risk
Is still a risk. I know. I started this year by falling off of a roof and breaking my goddamn back, I know exactly how stupid some of the things that I do are. Still Worth It When I get bored, I get depressed. It is a fact of my life. I’d far rather die…
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I Refuse to be Ruled by Fear
I know that if I lived my life the way I was told to, I might not have experienced something like this, but I refuse to let the fear of what might be stand in the way of the life I want. Stupid Gender Roles My dad would tell me stories of his wild youth…
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#MeToo
A purpose is being served here, and I’m glad that things are happening, but we’re kicking out the men who’s reputations have been tarnished in order to preserve the systems that have done the real damage. Until the systems are changed, we are all subject to these kinds of terrors.
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Up in Flames
Trust, confidence, body image. All were damaged or destroyed that day. I owe you nothing. If I don’t trust you, don’t be offended, I rarely trust men these days. And even women, few knew my story before I finally decided to word-vomit it all here. Telling a story like this requires a strength of will…
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“What Were They Wearing”
Is a question that I shouldn’t ever have to answer. But because I wasn’t born yesterday, I know at least one person is going to ask. I’ve known for quite some time, so for a while I kept the actual clothes I’d worn that day. Ultimately, on the three year anniversary of my survival, I…
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Pride Parades
I’ve never been to one. I’m super gay, and I don’t hide it, but the first year I was out enough to make my way to a pride parade, I ran into disaster on the way there. How fucked up is it that a man raped me when I was on my way to celebrate…
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The Bogeyman
My father warned me against the bogeyman, told stories about the bogeyman, used the bogeyman to scare me into doing my chores or homework or leaving the park when it was time to go. My father never told me what a bogeyman was, what it looked like, what it would do to me, I just…