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One guy came in and when I asked what he was doing, he dared to say, "Relax, I'll kiss you and leave."

10/10/2019

 
I am 20 and I live in India. Back when I was 13 and in 8th grade, I was tagged as a slut along with my friend. My friend had a crush on my other friend. During the school picnic my friend and her crush sat together and held hands. It was witnessed by me and the guy's friends. Winter break followed the school picnic. During that week of holidays, social networking sites were filled with cooked up stories involving threesomes, homosexuality, and what not. Apparently everybody had their own version of the story. School started and it got a lot worse. I was always the loner at school but the other girl was quite outgoing and she was also the subject of the stories so things were worse for her than they were for me. There was name calling, guys would come to us and make indecent advances. Girls wouldn't talk to us but they talked plenty about us behind our backs. The teachers saw us as "loose" girls. Discussions about our conduct were made in the PTAs by the "concerned" parents and the hypocritical and gossiping teachers. School was considerably safer than my home. I lived in the kind of neighborhood where nobody locked their doors and everybody knew everybody's business. I was often alone in my house and everybody knew that. One guy came in and when I asked what he was doing, he dared to say, "Relax, I'll kiss you and leave." I lost my first kiss to a chauvinist bastard. I did yell and kick and try to get out but he was strong. It has been more than 6 years since it happened and it's two years since I finished school but the scar is still fresh. The people and even my own friends do bring my "conduct" up and use it against me.

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