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|My name's Nicole and I'm an animation student at SCAD. I'm actually from Massachusetts so you can expect a severe lack of "r"s.|
Because when I was 13 years old, I was sent home for my tank top straps being a little too thin, but a boy could wear a Cool Story babe, Go Make Me A Sandwich shirt and not be looked at twice.
Because when I was 17 and I told a guy “No” and the next day the word tease was painted on my locker.
Because when I was 18 and just wanted to be friends, I was a bitch.
Because I feel the need to say “I have a boyfriend” instead of “No” because guys respect other men more than they would ever respect me.
Because society screams “don’t get raped” instead of “don’t rape”
Because I am scared to walk alone at 10 PM
Because being beautiful is the most important thing I’ll ever do.
Because when I wear my favorite skirt “I’m asking for it”
Because the song Blurred Lines exists
Because no means no no matter how you fucking spin it
Because a girl was drugged and raped with a beer bottle, and the boys who did it are out on bail.
Because I owe you nothing
Because pepper spray is a gift I receive yearly.
Because I am asked if I have a boyfriend more than I am asked about my mental health
Because my clothes say more about my consent then my mouth does.
Because the wage gap exists
Because “not all men are like that” is said way too often
Because I feel the need to say “I’m not a feminist but…”
Because I’m writing this fucking piece"
From the start, the rape investigation had been botched. Nobody took my rapist’s name down and guest logs from that day vanished. Further, nobody bothered to ask why he was in a rush to leave. The worst of all, nobody took any of the physical evidence he’d left on me. If I’d chosen to press charges at that very moment, there wouldn’t have been a case against him because they let the evidence walk away or disappear. When I’d chosen to press charges, the University Police Department cop on my case never even returned my phone call.
Even though I couldn’t get justice – or even my rapist’s name – I tried getting support from on-campus resources. Their biggest resource and the secondary jewel in the school’s student life crown, the Wellness Resource Center, denied helping me. Their reason? Officially, because rape was “outside of their jurisdiction”. Unofficially, according to an administrator in the school’s Office of University Housing and Residential Life, because I am a transsexual and helping me would be the same as helping a male. It should be noted that their peer counselors and professional staff pride themselves on strides made to support male and “LGBT” survivors. I quickly discovered that what they would say they were capable of and what they were willing to do were two separate things."
Sure! I can think of a few off the top of my head, and I’m sure other people will have suggestions in the replies.
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write women who are friends with each...