I don’t know about you, but my last few months have consisted of men’s bullshit, and my minimization of said bullshit, as a means of survival.
But today, today I say fuck your bullshit.
Fuck the time you laid in my bed, right after I clarified that none of the hanky-panky would be had, stuck your fingers inside of me and said, “I want this.”
Not, “I want you” Not, “I’m attracted to you,” and definitely not, “I want your consent,” just this, and your stubby fingers in my beautiful vagina.
Fuck the night leading up to the morning of your intrusive fingers, when I said I was too tired to sleep with you, and you kept kissing me anyhow. Fuck the fact that I said at least 3 times that I was sleeping, and kept my eyes shut as you penetrated me with your penis regardless.
Fuck the fact that when you left the next morning, after your fingers had been inside of me and your penis had gone soft twice, (to which you blamed the speed crash you were having, and not the fact that you were trying to fuck someone who wouldn’t even open her eyes for you) the last thing you said was “You could’ve been more playful, you know.”
Fuck the likelihood that many of you will read this and wonder why I said “I’m tired” and “I’m asleep” over and over, instead of “No.”
Fuck the reality that I wonder that too.
Fuck the fact that you still text me.
Fuck the fact that you don’t know what you did wrong.
Fuck the knowledge that I’m a statistic.
Fuck the way that knowing you for a year changed nothing.
Fuck the way that all my wisdom on consent, and violence, and self-care couldn’t change a goddamn thing.
Fuck the perception that I’m vulnerable, as a disabled person,and its tangible, undeniable, non-socially-constructed truth.
Fuck the fact that after you’d left, all I could do was lay there, with my face in your pillow and your smell lingering, thinking about how it was bound to happen to me sometime.
Fuck the truth that so many girls have been here, and can’t read this without crying.
Fuck the fear that this won’t be the last time I experience this.
Fuck the fact that this isn’t even what I wanted to write about.