rape.

I remember waking up in his car, I couldn't breath. It smelled like non consensual sex and weed; he was laying his head on me. I felt nasty, I started to panic, not knowing how I got here with this creep; I couldn't remember anything. I was fully undressed. I tried opening the door to get out. He woke up and started to laugh. He's dead now, and I wished I was too
occasionally i'll smell him in the air
i still remember
that damn smell
his hand wandered without permission
i sometimes think
what he did to me was my fault
i lost all
self esteem
at that point
no no no
I don't want too
please baby
he wanted too
he touched my body like it was his own,
it wasn't.
-------------
rape is never the victim's fault
no exceptions
(the way we dress, doesn't mean yes)
consent is mandatory, not sexy
(consent shouldn't be a turn on. it's about recognizing another person's rights to his/her/they own body)

Support CosmoFunnel.com
You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.