Bee’s Story: You Ruined My Life

Bee’s Story: You Ruined My Life

I spent a good hour just standing there, not thinking about a damn thing. I remember checking myself. I felt myself down there, and I felt wrong. I was disgusted in myself. How could I let him do that to me?

Courtney B’s Story: While I Was Sleeping

Courtney B’s Story: While I Was Sleeping

But when it actually happened… I froze. I was afraid to move. I wish so badly that I could go back in time and tell that guy to get the hell out of my room. Why didn't l do something? I hate myself for it still.

TR’s Story: The dirty truth: I was raped continuously for over a year by my own boyfriend.

TR’s Story: The dirty truth: I was raped continuously for over a year by my own boyfriend.

So he would say again, “Nobody wants you. You don’t have friends. You don’t need friends, only me.” And it would start over and over again. Being locked all day in a dark room, naked, forced to have sex until my skin was raw, until I was bleeding and hurting, until there was only a fine line between pleasure and pain so that I could tell myself, “It’s not so bad.”

A letter to the next girl

A letter to the next girl

This came about while I was reading the allegations against James Deen. It made my head spin. Similar to the accusations against Jian Ghomeshi, these men have patterns; MO’s. My attacker had an MO and it was almost identical to Ghomeshi. Some