This series is inspired by my experiences dating as a (mostly) straight, cis-woman in her late twenties in the San Francisco Bay Area.
I fuck a lot of people that I would be unlikely to date. Yea, I said it. Is this what (straight) male privilege is like? Damn, it feel good to be a gangsta.
If you’re not dating to even maybe meet a future boyfriend, isn’t that just wasting everyone’s time?
According to Urban Dictionary, a hoe bag is “A physical bag that a hoe will carry with them most of the time.”
This dude was seriously reconsidering a fucking job offer because of how awful it is to be a single, straight dude here. Based on my experience, this wasn’t wholly surprising. Something about supply and demand and basic economics.
“We’ve reached the point in our relationship where we shouldn’t hide things from each other anymore,” J said as he dropped me off at my apartment after another fight on the matter.
There will come a time when you will be able to hurt me. You might even want to. Please leave my life before then. You don’t owe me any explanation, but just promise me you won’t hurt me. Just leave.
My relationship with J roughly spanned twelve months from 2018 through 2019. It was rife, to say the least. I’ve circled through phases of anger, depression, and self-loathing in the period since we’ve ended things. My ex was a troubled individual who had a lot of personal issues to sort through. I've had months to accept that I was not responsible for a history of abuse, identity issues, and the like.
”I think I had nonconsensual sex last night.”
”Ouch, ” was the reply.
Rape. is something that happened to me, that I should not have to be ashamed of. Rape. is what someone did to me that I refer to in polite conversation as “assault” or “something shitty”. Rape. is the only thing I could call this post to remind myself of its realness, and not something I imagined or exaggerated in the deep, dark pits of my own mind in the aftermath.
The title of this post is a little misleading, as it does not contain any actual sex. I sometimes fondly refer to this amongst friends as the airfryer story. Tl;dr some dude I went on a few dates with gave me a brand new air fryer.