#metoo ✋️ . #Repost @reesabobeesa (@get_repost) ・・・ I'm worried that you don't know what we mean when we say "me too". We don't just mean the times we were grabbed by strangers, the times we were drugged, the times we were physically forced into submission. We DO mean those times, but we also mean all the "small" things, all the "it was no big deal" things, and all the things that we take for granted as the female experience. We mean catcalling, we mean older men making comments about our looks when we were kids, we mean men who whisper in our ears the things they would do to us, but also... We mean the boys and men we liked and respected, who laughed at our jokes and asked us deep questions and listened when we answered, only to make assumptions about our bodies and how they could treat them. We mean the times we said no but let you do it anyways, because we liked you and we were so disappointed that you didn't listen to us when we set boundaries the same way you listened to our stories, or because we were afraid, or because we too believe that sex is for your enjoyment and not ours. We mean all the "nice guys" who still use our sexuality against us, who don't ask us what we want, who keep trying to break us down to get what they want. We mean men we know; men who are probably our Facebook friends. We mean that we have all had a litany of sexual experiences that make our stomachs turn and we don't know how many we are allowed to blame you for. We mean that we still feel guilty for "leading you on", or for not standing our ground, or for not speaking up sooner, or for flirting with you, or for trusting you. We mean that no matter how old we are, no matter if we're single, married, alone, in a giant group of friends, no matter how long we've known you, even if you're our best friend's boyfriend - we can't trust you.