Remember Your First Time?
In a thread on Reddit right now, women are sharing their first stories of stories of men's sexual attention—that moment when the cherry of childhood is popped by a grown man's eyes, words, hands (or any other available instrument of lechery). My first time was a creepy conversation with Paul Stanley at a party: Why would a rock star look at me like that when I don't even have boobs yet? But reading these posts, and thinking back, I realize I was already practiced at being an inadvertent object. The real awakenings, the ones that scared me, happened years before. The time my friend's father sweatily told me not to walk around in my underpants when I slept over. The time my own father raised his voice at an acquaintance for a comment I'll never know, but I knew was about me. In those moments, a crack formed in my relationship to the world, and a wilderness showed through. I knew I was on my way there, whether I wanted to go or not.
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