It has always felt easier to feel anger on the behalf of other women who have been assaulted than myself. Because, as a fairly promiscuous drug user, I always felt a little bit like I deserved it.
I am all-too-familiar with using my sexuality to get what I want. Don't want to queue for my coffee? Forgot to buy a train ticket? Need help getting my luggage up the stairs? Sorted, with only a minor compromise of everything I stand for. A compromise that I am all too willing to make.
After years of trying practice complete equality, I have come to realize that maybe positive discrimination needs to come into play a little.