While I suppose I am far from calling my experience “rape,” I also don’t always call myself “trans,” and that’s more about language appropriation than an experience differential.
Yeah I was unattractive. Yeah I was unwashed. Yeah you knew I wasn’t going to say “no” because I was leaving the next day and this was going to be my “big bang,” right? Consent sober doesn’t equate to acceptable blackout sex with a stranger who sticks it in your ass like you begged for it so that you can’t walk the next day.
I have begun thinking about this since I have decided I want to have a sex with a cis-gendered man while sober. I am terrified that I won’t be able to and that I’m going to freak the fuck out, but I don’t know if it’s okay to keep hiding from this thing which is obviously an important piece of my sexual identity.
To not do:
I’m already doing better this year, I think. Pushin’ on.
Cabinet of curiosities. “Lenore”, Etsy
Bottles for flight feathers, skeletons for closets; keys to my heart.
| ♕ | St-Michel Abbey - Mont St-Michel, Normandy | by © Julio López Saguar
Mon endroit prefere du monde entier.
(via veganweedsoup)
Forget it. I’m sick of fighting and all I want to do is pack the fuck up and leave.
What happened here?
We found that the RASGRF-2 gene plays a crucial role in controlling how alcohol stimulates the brain to release dopamine, and hence trigger the feeling of reward.
So, if people have a genetic variation of the RASGRF-2 gene, alcohol gives them a stronger sense of reward, making them more likely to be heavy drinkers.
Thanks, Daddy.
It’s the little things.
Thanks, Mom.