
From this week's I, Anonymous:
I thought you were still my friend, if slightly misguided, until last week. If my ex, or any other man, had enlisted a friend to get me drunk so I'd be willing to sleep with him, you'd have been the first to punch him in the face. But because it was a woman, you were not only okay with it, you were that friend tripling my drinks. It's okay, though, because "lesbian sex will open my eyes to the fact that real sex doesn't need a penis." Apparently "real rape" does.
Read the whole thing here.
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