I am calling on all sorority advisors, house moms, chapter presidents… to create and hold space within your sororities for the “Me Too” conversations. STOP allowing a culture of “drunken mishaps” to sweep a member’s experience of rape under the table.
Please remember she is extraordinary.
In a world that places so much value on extroversion, it’s really fucking hard to survive.
When you said you didn’t want me to go and pulled me into the warmth of your chest and pressed your cheek to mine, I knew I could live there, make a home there. Because when you let me go, I felt a piece of me stay there, with you.
I am writing this piece for the many brave women who put their careers on the line by outing Weinstein. I am writing this piece for the women across the country and the MANY women in my own community who have been subject to the same façade.
Make everyone jealous of your wraithlike frame, from overstuffed middle aged women past their prime, to that bitch Tiffany who bangs all the hot guys.
When a stranger who knows nothing about you feels like he has a right to you- that he’s entitled to you and you are nothing but there for his gain – that’s assault.
Somewhere along the line of daily midnight rendezvous and an exchange of sweet promises, we forgot. We forgot that there was actually a world outside our own forest fire.
You get her to want you like you do. And then you just leave her broken when she falls for you.
I want to thank you all for sticking with me when even he didn’t. I want to thank you all for helping me find my way back to love, even when it hurt me.