Originally posted by B-Fly
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I was (am) socially awkward... she was a year younger but more experienced... I was 16 and at military school and was the only admitted virgin out of 500 guys... I needed to get that shit done. We had been on again-off again boyfriend and girlfriend for a while. She invited me over, but when I got there she had changed her mind... I pulled out all the bullshit... don't you love me, you did it with him and not me, what's wrong with me, you said you would... At the time I felt like I had zero control in the situation, but in retrospect I was an older guy, in her house, who wouldn't leave. She relented, and a minute later we were done. No hard feelings afterwards (that I know of...), but thinking about it all now, it was not what should have happened, and really wasn't a good thing for either of us (but I'm sure much worse for her.) I have no idea how she thinks about it, or if she ever even does... it was a long time ago and we haven't spoken in decades. I hate the thought of it.
We need to do a better job with our boys... I hate that I felt as much pressure as I did... I hate the lack of control I felt, and I hate the lack of understanding of the control I had and abused. this is what rape culture means to me.
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