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Sex that isn't consensual is not consensual, whether your married or not.

Is It Sexual Assault If You're Married?

It never felt like sexual assault, him taking the sex I didn’t offer. It felt more like a silent agreement. I surrendered to sex; he didn’t complain.

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I never imagined myself being anyone’s wife so I grieved for my single life when I got married.

Why I Grieved For My Single Life When I Got Married

I never imagined myself being anyone’s wife so I grieved for my single life when I got married. I began to secretly long for the life I’d left behind.

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The toxic ripples of Election 2016. (Image Credit: Unsplash / Drew Hays)

This Election Cycle Has Ruined My Sex Drive

... the last thing I want to do is open my legs for a man to penetrate me. Or to pleasure a man with any part of my body. Even if that man is my loving fiancé, who does listen, who does understand (as best he can), who does respect me through this ongoing turmoil. It is all too symbolic of the lifetime I have already experienced of being fucked and then told to smile and politely ask for more.

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Anorexia: A Love Story

I don't recall meeting my first love. It seems he was always with me.

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I didn’t even realize the power I had given to your legacy until yesterday, when I read the letter of Brock Turner’s victim... Image: Joe Gardner/Unsplash.

I'm 35 And Today Is The Day I Realized I Was Raped

For more than 20 years, I believed I was a slut. A shameful, vile, one-time slut, but a slut all the same. It was you, Mr White Canterbury shorts, that led me to believe this. But, since reading the letter from Brock Turner’s victim, I realized, what you did, Mr White Canterbury Shorts, was in fact rape.

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Being A Rape Survivor On Public Transit

What do you do when you have no choice on how you get to work?

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"We were there. Always."

What I Learned As A Planned Parenthood Escort

Over those five years, I volunteered on hot summer days and rainy mornings. I stood in snow, wearing warm layers and fleece mittens. I volunteered beside women and men, many of them young, like me, but some older and wiser and living out a lifetime of experience on those sidewalks.

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My work at Planned Parenthood can be exhausting, and stressful, but I love it more every day.

Why I Work At Planned Parenthood

My work at Planned Parenthood can be exhausting, and stressful, but I love it more every day. We are providing necessary care and a safe space.

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This is not a pretty story, but it is a true one.

That Time I Had A Hole In My Vagina (Not THAT Hole)

I love the concept of the divine yoni: of the beautiful and powerful nature of femininity, of being a creator and life-giver, and of vaginas being

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What My Son's Stay In A Psychiatric Hospital Taught Me About Resilience

When I left the hospital the night that he was admitted, I sat in the parking lot gasping with big ugly sobs and looking for someone to blame — beginning with myself. I'm his mother, and I'm the only consistent parent he's ever had. As I finally made my way home, with tears streaming down my face and my mouth open in a silent scream of pain, all I could ask myself was "what have I done?" How could I have allowed my son to be hurt so deeply, and in so many ways?

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