When I was 16 my 32 year old tattoo artist convinced me that he was in love. When I told him I wanted to have sex, I was naive. I went to his home, he dragged me into his bedroom by my feet. I told him no, he said, “say goodbye to your virginity.”
Two years ago I visited my “lover” when he was living at an Air Force base in Fort Walton, Florida. We went clubbing at Panama beach, and had an amazing time. We drove back to base, and I was black out drunk. He left me in his friends room. I woke up, and I was having sex. As soon as I gained consciousness I went to his room, and wept. He made me perform oral sex on him before he dropped me off at the airport.
I have had some really fucked up experiences. And I’ve come out stronger.
Five years ago I was raped for the first time.
Two years ago I was raped for the second time.
Last year I was homeless.
This year, I’m in love.
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