Anonymous

Unlike before, pleasuring myself isn’t a daily or weekly thing. But I'm also not ashamed anymore. As an adult woman, I have granted myself full permission.

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... the last thing I want to do is open my legs for a man to penetrate me. Or to pleasure a man with any part of my body. Even if that man is my loving fiancé, who does listen, who does understand (as best he can), who does respect me through this ongoing turmoil. It is all too symbolic of the lifetime I have already experienced of being fucked and then told to smile and politely ask for more.

Anorexia is not what you think. Warning: Triggering pictures included.

This article first appeared on Mamamia and has been republished with perm

This support my gender-fluid child receives at school means so much to my family, but the ripple effects of what the children will learn will go far.

It never felt like sexual assault, him taking the sex I didn’t offer. It felt more like a silent agreement. I surrendered to sex; he didn’t complain.

I remained silent, after I was sexually harassed at work. I was terrified if I spoke up I would lose my job for making a mountain out of a molehill.

In my checkered past, long before I was a member of the PTA, I sometimes worked behind the scenes in X-rated films

If you go, I’ll have to pick up all the dog poop. I will have to take out the trash. I will have to sleep alone.