Men Can’t Be Raped, I Once Thought — Until It Happened to Me

I said no. My rapist didn’t hear me.

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I said no when we met at the wine bar in downtown Palo Alto.

I said no when we talked about his book collection in his two-bedroom apartment.

He even acknowledged that he wouldn’t touch me, and I actually believed him. Yet, he must have misplaced his…