The Men of My Life
(Content warning: sexual violence) This blog post has taken me a while to write. I've had my fair share of Harvey Weinstein's. But you know, I'm a pageant girl, so that's to be expected, right? ...Right? Here's a pretty solid rundown - a forewarning that if you desire to know nothing more about me, stop reading now: At the age of 11, I had a priest tell me that I needed to go to an "ugly tree" because I was "just too pretty." This was in a confessional booth. We were alone. At age 14, I was taunted for being a "prude." At age 15, I was sexually assaulted. Probably because, you know, I was a prude. At various ages throughout high school, I was catcalled, assaulted, harassed, and then some. At age 21, I was raped. I have a long saga of men treating me (and my loved ones and my dear friends) as an object at which they sought to throw their sexual desires at. It was as if, for some reason, I seemed to wear a sign saying,