I have yet to feel safe in a less than strange man’s presence, in a less than strange man’s arms.
When they look at me a little too long, when they show even the slightest “romantic” interest, I immediately feel disgusting.
I feel I’m about to be attacked if he feels I’ve hurt him by saying something wrong.
I smile and I laugh, but I’m entirely disinterested.
I giggle and I grin, but I’m shouting “no.”
The women in my family are beautiful and strong, unashamed and unafraid to speak their minds –
how and why, seems like, did I get left behind?