Guilty feeling that I'm complicit in the rapes of little girls.
I know what it's like to be very young and have a person of fame and power showing you attention and flattery, than pushing you further than you wanted to go. Being too intimidated to say no. He's a lot bigger than you, he's famous, you should want this.
I was 18, not 14. A freshman in college, not high school. A suburban white girl, not from the southside of Chicago, and I'm still haunted. I was still coerced. They were children. Not consenting adults. Not empowered or developed enough to decide if this was something they wanted. They aren't "bitches, hos and tricks." They are eighth graders. If I was in over my head at 18 and look back at what happened to me and can call it what it was; an assault, I can't imagine what they felt.
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