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"Will show tits to any transfem who asks" brings an "I inherently have this right" vibe to the table that The Patriarchy™ doesn't want us to have

I think this is the most terrified that I have felt in a really long time. Not because of anything bad, in fact it’s the exact opposite. Usually around this time of year I’m gearing up for the gruesome month of November where I so fondly look back on being sexually assaulted by a close friend, this year though I couldn’t even tell you what day it happened on. It’s funny though because I can still tell you that January 19, 2009 was the last time that I self harmed, that last week was the last time suicide legitimately crossed my mind, and now I can’t remember if it was November 9th or 14th or who knows when that that shitty, shitty thing happened. It’s strange to feel this way. But maybe I’m finally in the place where I actually don’t see myself as the victim, I can say I am a survivor of it and actually mean it, not just faking it until I actually make it. I can still remember every gruesome detail down to what I was wearing and the feelings attached, but it’s just not the same anymore. That anxiety, that fear, that complete and utter loss of comfort and safe feeling, it’s not attached anymore, it’s just kind of there. Everyone deals with things in their own way in their own time. I guess I’m just happy that even after everything else I’ve finally worked through mine.