if I didn’t know then, now I do.
there’s a reason why I never tell my family, my parents in particular, anything in regards to my love/sex life. It’s like whenever I show any signs of my sexuality (i.e. a love bite, slight bruised lips, etc) I get shamed for not respecting myself. Mind you, they still think I’m a fucking virgin. I was given the whole “you are setting an example for your siblings” argument earlier. both me and the guy I’m involved with mutually decided that we’re not going to be exclusive, mainly due to the fact that he won’t be living here for too long. I’m okay with it, I’m okay with just keeping things as casual as they have been. We both have plans for ourselves. These plans don’t involve one another; we know this is temporary, and that’s okay.
I was guilt tripped into feeling like a slut because I had a slight bruise on my lips. The world ended the moment I told them it was because of the guy I’m involved with. I know for a fact this would have been a completely different story had I been a man. my dad said that my brothers would have been in the same amount of trouble as me had it been them in my shoes. I know for a fact that is a lie. I’m two weeks away from being 23 FUCKING YEARS OLD AND YET HERE I AM BEING TREATED LIKE A FUCKING CHILD. K. COOL.
The sexism in my household is fucking ridiculous. BESIDES, the only reason I’m still under their roof is because I’m waiting for med school. I should just move out, I’m getting so fucking tired of this shit.