Last night was not good. I hung out with Henry and ended up telling him - because I thought he would be receptive - about Michael Rosenzweig. First, he said that flirting could definitely mean I wanted sex. I told him I said no and that Michael forced himself on me. he said it wasn't rape. I honestly argued with him about this. I said, how would ( Read more... )

Well, it's been an extremely fucking crazy week. I'm not really sure where to begin, so I'll just make a list ( Read more... )