“me too” is bothering me on a gut level I currently am unable to understand just yet, so I just need to word vomit right now
i am friends with guys on facebook who my “me too” would be about, but they have no idea because they don’t understand that the things they do are harrassment.
sexual assault is not always (and not usually) a hulking stranger emerging from the shadows and pulling you into a dark alley. sexual harassment is not always (but sometimes is) a middle aged man screaming “nice tits” out his truck window.
it’s the guy you meet at a party and have interesting conversation with, but gets handsy when you drink too much, even after you told him you have a boyfriend
it’s the fuck buddy who begs for sex when you’re not in the mood and you finally just give in after saying no a million times, and lay there quietly while he uses your body to get himself off, because he’s so much bigger than you and you know how hard he can hit
it’s the man in his 30s who you’re volunteering with, who makes jokes about the age of consent. “don’t want the cops to come knocking on my door!” you are 16 and you know, even at that age, to laugh it off because there is nothing scarier than a man who feels slighted by a female
it is the two men who follow you through the mall and out to the street because your ass looks good in leggings. they stop you in a secluded area and ask if you have a husband. you forget to lie, and it takes nearly five minutes to extract yourself from the conversation, your heart pounding the whole time, a smile plastered to your face. walking away, you can’t stop thinking “they could’ve hurt me, they could’ve hurt me, they could’ve hurt me”
dear men: assume every female you know has experienced sexual harassment or assault in some form or another. we should not have to stand here, bleeding and raw and exposed, for you to believe that there is a problem. and do not assume that you, yourself, are not part of it.