#MeToo.
much as i've talked about my sexual assault, there's something i've never told anyone that still bothers over a decade later.
i used to go to a lot of raves as a teen and continued it into my 20s. i loved the summer time ones, especially, since many of them would be out doors and i'd go by myself and get totally lost dancing under the stars to good music - it was a natural high and it was something i loved very much.
one night, i was dancing, the music was really good - wearing a backless halter top. felt someone's fingers brushing over my shoulder. happens a lot, so it was cool - some guy dancing near me. still, it bothered me a bit, so i moved away a little. and then, it happened again - this time, it lingered - obviously not an accidental brushing. again, i moved, and again it happened. by then, i was creeped out and more than a little upset. i ended up leaving and going home and i've never done it since. something i loved was taken away from me. now a days, i'll go to clubs, if i'm with friends,but it's not the same -being alone, under the stars like that - it was almost spiritual... i miss it.
it's the little things that hurt the most, sometimes.
1) natural or enhanced are go. hell, even robot lazer boobs are fine.
you mean we're not supposed to be partying, drinking, and having sex after 25? wtf?
a rocket launcher. (don't ask. okay, do, but don't say i didn't warn you).