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Rape Culture

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Rape culture in today's society makes me so incredibly furious. Even before I was raped I couldn't stand it. Since my rape, I hate even more. Rape is never the victim's fault. As a victim, I'd like to believe that myself. But here's the truth: thanks to rape culture I believe that what happened to me is all my fault. That I am the only one to blame for what happened. Thanks to rape culture I feel even worse about that night.
You see rape culture teaches us that it's the girl's fault if a girl wears a skirt that's too short, if she flirts with a boy, if heaven forbid she was drinking, if she's wearing too much makeup, the list goes on an on. Just because I chose to wear that adorable new dress I bought that day for our date, (a dress that isn't any way shape or form immodest) because I chose to be alone with someone I trust and let them kiss me, it's my fault I was raped? That doesn't make any sense.
No means no. I said no, he didn't listen. That is rape. Okay, so yes there are times where I consented to having sex. Please know that I knew he wouldn't listen to me when I told him no. Also know that I was in love with him, sex was the only thing I thought could make him stay. Rape culture also tends to make circumstances like that cancel my rape out. For a while, it's what cancelled it out in my mind. Because I consented at some point in time, my rape wasn't valid. I know now how wrong that thought is. It is not my fault I was made a victim. I just wish society could learn to see it that way.

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