How I Learned to be Afraid of Men

Great read. Midway through I realized I can relate to a lot of these situations. I didn’t grow up with a 5 star father. He broke my trust and gave me the worst view on men. I tried to think it was “just him” but was later proven wrong. This post put what this woman and many others feels when you push yourself on someone. Nag for a phone number or simply being to handsy.

SEX and THE REST

It starts with the warnings. I’m told that it’s dangerous at night. Don’t walk alone at night, don’t be on the sketchy side of town at night, don’t wear revealing clothing at night. Don’t talk on your cell phone when you’re walking home from the bus stop in the dark. It’ll distract you from potential attackers. No, wait. Do talk on your cell phone. It’ll make potential attackers think you have a boyfriend.

After the warnings, it’s the stories. Women I love slip frightening, barely disguised hints into stories about their pasts. Stories that happen at night. I never know the details, but I know I’m not allowed to tell anyone.

When I’m nineteen, I move to Vancouver. It seems gigantic and bustling compared to my little home town. My dad buys me a small canister of dog spray, makes me promise to keep it with me in the…

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