I would like to tell you it ends.
I would like to tell you all those horrible men that touched you, hurt you, left their cum on you and walked away as if you were nothing would go away.
I thought I beat it by not dating anyone. I thought closing the door to dating they would not find me, but they always fucking do.
I bought several sailing yachts thinking that would introduce me to better people but it did not.
At one of the marinas there is a harbor master that invited me out on his boat and I ended up sitting on a boat with naked men for 2 hours with no way of going back because I didn't bring my own tender and was stuck.
Now, I feel my boat is hostage at this one port because I am so disgusted that the stamp is still on my forehead and they saw it and I did nothing like a jerk.
I froze and played along hoping nothing would happen until I could get back to my yacht.
If you say "why don't you say this or why don't you do that?"...you have never been sexually abused throughout your life and need to shut the fuck up.
Meanwhile my yacht is stuck in a port because I thought I was brave enough to say no and make these people go away but sadly, I am not.
I am moving my yacht because $5k to move it to another marina is less expensive to me than trying to be bold to people who creep me out.
Why can't they see I am not that person any more?!
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