The fact that I question that whether or not it was my fault is a serious issue. Maybe I trust too easy, maybe it was the alcohol, was I sending the wrong signals? When did it suddenly seem like it was ok?
However, no matter what, no meant no. It should have stopped there.
My trust was beyond betrayed, a friend fell from grace and my integrity was ruined. It’s broken more than just my heart. But destroyed the very foundation of who I thought I was.
And I don’t know what I can ever do to repair that.
Steps on how to know a guy is a wanker:
1. He has a southern cross tattoo
I care about the problems of men. I care that the patriarchy tells men that they have to be stoic beasts incapable of emotion. I care that the patriarchy tells men that they are lust-filled monsters incapable of controlling their own libidos. I care that the patriarchy tells men that they cannot be raped or assaulted because the patriarchy believes women are too weak and inferior to be dangerous.
Feminists did not do this to you, other men did.