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These experiences, shared by people of all genders and backgrounds, demonstrate how the issues of sexual assault, harassment, and "slut" shaming affect our lives. Use this collection to expand your understanding and share it with those who need to know they're not alone.
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More than once I had thought of myself as a slut, just because I like more than one boy at a time, and sometimes I like girls.

10/14/2019

 
I found this page a while ago and it struck me because I never thought that slut shaming was a thing. In my culture, apparently, it seems normal to have an opinion of the sexuality of every female. More than once I had thought of myself as a slut, just because I like more than one boy at a time, and sometimes I like girls. When I read about this project I learned not to feel guilty about it. Or I thought so. So here is my story. I’m an engineering student so most of the time I’m surrounded by males. Most of them I consider my friends, but sometimes they can have slut shaming attitudes like calling a girl "puta" because she has big breasts or saying that the only way a girl can agree to be in a threesome is if she is a slut. One night after drinking, I told one of them my experiences, and he was surprised that I had so many (according to him), I told everything, everything I haven’t told anyone because of fear of been called a slut. Later that night he tried to kiss me and do other things, I told him that I was too drunk to make a decision, that I didn’t want this to happen but if he kept pushing I wasn’t going to be able to stop him. I remember that he promised me that if I didn’t wanted to, we weren’t going to have sex. However later that night he kissed me again, put his hand in my pants and took me to the bathroom where we had oral. Fortunately I was conscious enough to stop him when I saw that we didn’t have a condom. Now I feel guilty and used at the same time.

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