#stoolies

I marched with KO Barstool last night. I wasn't initially planning on it because I already had plans for that night (not the Barstool Blackout Party), but my plans changed short notice. When I left Stetson East after dinner though, the first protesters were there, and there were women and men standing in the front, telling their stories. I was immediately drawn in. First I just stood there and watched in silent solidarity, I was planning on going back to my dorm when they left because I was having someone over that night and still had some cleaning up to do. But after one survivor brought me to tears saying that she felt like she got a big piece of herself back tonight, I knew it would be wrong to leave. So I marched with them. And I felt so good about it. It made me happy to be in a group of people who took me seriously, because sadly, I have not been getting the support I would want from my guy friends. I know that deep down, they understand me and most likely agree with me on this topic, they are good guys. But they just tend to shrug it off and joke about it, and it was starting to really frustrate me that I could not talk to them about this.