An alternate world where I've spent roughly a third of my life, I enter my dreamworld alone, an experience shared with no one else, but during my waking hours it plays in the background like white noise. When I close my eyes, I hold on and hope for the best.
People want to brag about wanting to kill rapists until you actually out someone in yr scene as a rapist and they just pretend like you didn’t even say anything and let that person chill at everywhere like it’s nothing.
I’m sorry, but if lesbians can control themselves in a girls only changing room with ass naked woman waltzing around. Then I figure men should be able to control them selves with clothed girls walking down the street. Just a thought.