We were drinking.

We were high.

We were sober.

We made out with him.

We enjoyed making out with him but that’s all we wanted to do.

I don’t know how to talk about rape and sexual violence in a personal way. It is easier to say, things happened. They were terrible. They are in the past. If I must, want to be able to write about these things without the attention that inevitably follows. I do not want pity or appreciation or advice. I am not brave. I am not strong. I am not special. I am one woman who has…