He Poured Beer Down My Jacket And Demanded My Call Sign Until He Realized Who I Really Was

make herself smaller, to frame her distress as an imposition before she had even said what had happened, because somewhere along the way she had absorbed the lesson that her distress was a problem to be managed for other people’s comfort before it was a thing she was allowed to have.

The same man had cornered her after a team cookout. Same parking lot continue reading …