The paradox of consent
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The paradox of consent

by shanti

When I was sixteen and involved with a guy I knew

I told him I was not in the mood. He took it to mean I just needed convincing and even as I squeezed my legs as tight as I could He still pushed himself inside me

As I lay there and hoped he finished quickly

I thought to myself This was my fault I didn't see the problem I didn't understand When I finally told someone, years later He told me it was my fault

I brought this on myself

I 'looked for it' As if I went out searching for my rights to be violated Why is our first instinct to blame the victim?

Another pulled his penis out

As he stood right in from of me After being told multiple times that I didn't want to have sex with him Was outraged and offended when I pointed out he was displaying rapist behaviors

Told me that my body was not my own

I would relinquish all rights to it upon entry into his relationship Why do men think they own women's bodies? Why is it your prerogative to make me feel uncomfortable as a woman in this world?

Someone told me, my purpose on this earth is to reproduce

Upset because his girl chose to abort a baby she was not ready to have But he was not ready to take of Why do we have no right or control over something that belongs to us?

This body is mine

I feed it. I nurture it. I live in it. I own it. It is mine.

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