We get to want something to come easy for a change. We get to make every choice on that daily life scale from forward-thinking to utter self-sabotage. And we still don’t deserve to be raped. Not ever. How did we ever get to a place where victim blaming was wedged so far into our brains? Turn this around, I think to myself, scraping with my thumbnail. Turn this around. What would Kurt have had to do for me to feel justified in raping him? There’s no answer to that question.
