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i hope on the very last episode of parks and rec, mark brendanawicz comes to visit the parks department and hes like “hey leslie hows the park?” and shes like “what park” and hes like “the park you said you were building years ago. didn’t it ever get built” and the camera cuts to leslie’s panic-stricken face and she goes “oh fuck” and the screen cuts to black
I am surprised by how much sex I have had in my life that I didn’t want to have. Not exactly what’s considered “real” rape, or “date” rape, although it is a kind of rape of the spirit - a dishonest portrayal or distortion of my own desire in order to appease another person.
I said yes because I felt it was too much trouble to say no. I said yes because I didn’t want to have to defend my “no,” qualify it, justify it - deserve it. I said yes because I thought I was so ugly and fat that I should just take sex every time it was offered, because who knew when it would be offered again. I said yes to partners I never wanted in the first place, because to say no at any point after saying yes for so long would make our entire relationship a lie, so I had to keep saying yes in order to keep the “no” I felt a secret. That is such a messed-up way to live, such an awful way to love.
So these days, I say yes only when I mean yes. It does require some vigilance on my part to make sure I don’t just go on sexual automatic pilot and let people do whatever. It forces me to be really honest with myself and others. It makes me remember that loving myself is also about protecting myself and defending my own borders. I say yes to me.”
Yes, it is possible to live off Annie’s Mac and cheese and thanksgiving leftovers.
For a week anyway. Results to be determined.