I have a wild idea. What if, instead of victims of sexual abuse being silenced about the injustices against them, we spoke out. We misbehaved. Filing through title nine is too difficult, unreliable, many of us can’t. Some of us just need to be heard, need others to know what they did. So I wanted to make a safe place for us to share our stories. I’ll go first. He was one of my closest friends. He had been pursuing me for months. Making small advances that I could easily ignore. Why risk a friendship by hurting his feelings? I could handle a few unwanted kisses. Then he took it further. Watching a movie one night in his room, he started to get sexual with me. I didn’t want it to happen, but I also didn’t know what I could say or do. I know he can get angry and he’s more powerful than I am. When he asked me to go down of him, I told him no and tried to leave. He stopped me. Grabbed me by my wrists and held me tightly. “Why not?” I asked him to let go of me. “Talk to me” I asked him to let go of me. He got angrier and angrier. I fell to the ground, crying, scared, and in pain. He started crying, too. Realizing what he was doing, but still not letting go of me. I was finally able to get out of his room. He went around telling everyone at my university that I was using him for sex and that I had a mental breakdown. I just wanted to watch a movie with a friend. He still hasn’t gotten in trouble. His name is Keith Taylor.