Nov 1, 2025
The summer I turned 11, we moved because of my mother's job. We visited several houses, some empty, some not.
In one of the not empty house, the male owner made us visit. My mom suggested that if we moved, I could use the attic as a bigger bedroom. I refused.
I refused because I was incredibly uncomfortable with the fact that the attic's walls were covered with posters of half-naked women. It didn’t matter that they'd be gone when we'd move in. I just wanted to get the fuck out of there.
When I was in Middle School, we went on a trip to visit a factory. Towards the end, we passed by the workers' breakroom.
On one wall there was a calendar with women in their underwear. I was uncomfortable. And relieved that we were almost done.
