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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5 min readSep 23, 2020
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…