College doesn’t go as fast as a blink of an eye, it’s more like a lot of blinking in a row. It’s still fast, but you get little glimpses of all the memories you made. And then it’s over.
You and your partner, regardless of the relationship status, deserve to check in with each other to make sure you are both okay and content. You both deserve to feel valued and not like a used condom.
No matter what path you take on the road to recovery, to reclaiming your identity, to continue growing — your choices are valid.
Moral of the story is always get consent, duh, toxic masculinity sucks, and always believe survivors.
“Okay, deep breaths!”
“Jerk off, it’s okay. It’s a stress reliever.”
“So don’t say you’ll get blue balls just because you want your partner to suck you off, that’s not cool!”
In addition to becoming a better feminist/ally and person, reading makes you so hot you’re off the charts.
Your relationship shouldn’t be the aggressive Annapurna, maybe just some nice rolling hills in the English countryside. While I’m no geography expert, I hope that makes sense.
“Hey students at Butler, please masturbate quietly. Thanks, bye!”