i hung out with this guy i always joked was “the perfect gentleman” over summer. i was at his house for maybe 30 mins before he rolled on top of me and shoved his hand down my pants.
after i finished yelling at him and asked what possibly could’ve made him think i wanted that, he showed me this lovely group chat he was in (with 4 other guys who i had been friends with).
“don’t bother to ask,” they said.
“she’s definitely into that kind of shit”
“she’s always tweeting about freaky shit. she’ll be down.” (i tweet about being bi. that’s it.)
“ask her how many dudes she’s fucked before.”
“ask about the girls she’s been with.”
“she’s been a slut since like 5th grade” (when i first came out)
“what’s her body count? what’s her ratio?”
“she’s bi, right? fuck she’ll probably let you video tape it”
im bi. so of course im down to fuck.
im bi, so why should they have to ask?