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Forced to be a sex slut

Forced to be a sex slut

As these compiled experiences demonstrate, the issues of sexual bullying, harassment, assault, and "slut" shaming have affected and continue to affect many of our lives in deep, often dangerous ways. Reproduction of these stories in whole or in part is prohibited without consent from The UnSlut Project.

I still have scar tissue from all of it. This entry includes descriptions of sexual assault and suicide. This was my junior year of high school. I had a tight group of friends that I deeply trusted. I have struggled with depression for as long as I can remember and I finally opened up to them about it. Some time later I fought with my best friend in the group and she and the other girls turned against me and started spreading rumors. I had kissed a boy we knew and it was a mistake and I regretted it and they started telling everyone how much I messed around with guys.

And no matter what I did or said, they found a way that it was slutty. I started dating a guy and they said it was only because he was hot. I wore tall boots over unripped jeans and a flannel shirt and they told me I looked like a whore in front of our entire friend group. During this time I was emotionally manipulated and then physically forced to give a guy a blowjob, and I was told by this boy that it was my fault, and while those girls never found out about the sexual assault, their continued comments and the rumors they spread combined with the sexual assault almost led me to kill myself.

I wish sometimes that I had never developed physically the way I did. Maybe I wouldn't hate myself. The minute I developed curves, I became proud that I was becoming a woman. However, now that I'm 15 and with G-cup breasts, I'm starting to think that all I'm destined for is sexual harassment from peers and older men alike, as well as occasional sexual assault.

Am I only destined to be sexualized and slut-shamed? As soon as I moved to my current school this year, people started questioning my virginity and spread it to students and teachers. They spread these rumours before they even got to know me. Even the guys who like me think I talk and flirt with 15 guys an hour.

I only ever talk to them, but they don't really believe it. Some only actually talk to me because they think I'm easy to get with. Even my classmates and friends treat me as if I'm easy. I'm cast as the "mistress" in all our performances. I truly thought I was alone but after surfing the web I realized that I was being slut shamed.

And I want to tell my story to others. When I was 15 I would hang out with my friends consisting of mostly guys. I got along with guys, cause I grew up with many. I would wear what my friends wore, but since I had a bigger chest and hung out with mostly guys, guys would say I was a slut.

I ignored them and tried not to believe their words. The part where it actually got worse was when I went on vacation with my family. I'm not so close to that side of my family, so I tried talking to most of my female cousins but they would just push me aside.

This led to me talking to the guys, my cousin's boyfriend and another cousin's husband, both young but not my type. It turns out that my cousins boyfriend was caught searching me up, and this made my cousin jump to conclusions and eventually she thought I was trying to get with him.

But I just tried talking to him to pass time and as well as a reason to get closer to my cousin. That wasn't what she believed so she called me and told family members that I was trying to steal her boyfriend, clearly not true, but it was what she believed. I was confronted by many of my cousins and I spoke the truth only to be called a liar, and even if they didn't say it to me personally, also slut shaming me, analyzing every picture or post I put on social media, and every move I had made on the trip when I was around the boyfriend.

This affected my mental and physical state. I tried telling my side of the story and no one believed me. They said that because of how I dressed it wasn't a surprise to them. I was now viewed as a catch to the males in my family, and a slut to the females. I truly thought I was alone and thought about committing suicide but after surfing the web I realized that I was being slut shamed.

I kept expecting every day for my body to show some indication that I was tainted and impure. This entry includes descriptions of rape and self-harm. When I was fifteen I was hanging out with a friend. I had a huge crush on him. Not on his 6 friends who came over and tied me up. All of them took turns doing what they called "skull fucking" me. No matter how much I cried. No matter how much I begged them to stop. I thought I was destroyed. I could not tell my mom or my sisters or my friends.

I thought they would hate me. Tell me I deserved it. It was a long time before I could even talk about it. I wanted to kill myself. I harmed myself every day for years. That's what my mom noticed. I went to therapy.

To this day my mother doesn't know what drove me to hurt myself, to this day I'm scared of what she'll think of me. To this day I am terrified of oral sex and nervous during every sexual encounter. I am all too aware that if a man wants my body, he can take it by force.

Since that day, I was branded as a slut. Back in primary school, my best friend and I were inseparable. She was dating a guy whom I became quite close with. As time went by, he basically became like my brother. Their relationship was actually quite deep despite the fact that it was a primary school relationship.

They dated for a year and at the end of the year, he broke up with her. She was utterly devastated by the break up and cried for days. Despite the fact that he had hurt her, she still had feelings for him. What was weird was that even though they broke up, they'd behave as though they were still dating. Then one day when she didn't come to school, he kissed me.

Not only did he kiss me, he was actually my first kiss. I didn't know what to do once he had said 'give me a kiss' so I just froze. Since that day, I was branded as a slut and a man stealer. What a great first kiss story. I'm 35 and I've been slut shamed because I had a boyfriend when I was eighteen. My mother knew and she knew I'd slept with him. When she found out she tried to lock me out of the family home and there were screaming fits about how I was "damaged goods" and how she was so ashamed.

Fast forward thirteen years and I had recently delivered my second baby with my husband of twelve years. My husband and I are very happy together and he always knew I'd had the one boyfriend before him.

My mother was unhappy about losing the opportunity to show off and felt anger and resentment towards me. A month after the birth and two days after the funeral of my best friend she expressed this anger by slut shaming me to my husband.

She started screaming at him in front of our other child about, "did he know what I was", and how I had, "dirty little secrets". My husband picked up the children and ushered me out. We have not seen her in nearly three years. I still maintain that I have done nothing wrong in having a boyfriend, I was an adult, it is my body and was my choice to make.

What angers me most is that in the eyes of many that choice has damaged or reduced me as a human being. My free choice is portrayed as something which has caused me to lessen in value. My choice has become an act which is fundamentally shameful and which makes me less acceptable as a wife and something which can be used to punish me with for decades to come. Now I have a daughter, and there is no sex act that can ever impinge upon her great value as a being worthy of love, respect and kindness.

It means I was bullied into saying yes. For the past 6 years of my life I have been in a healthy and happy relationship with a beautiful and wonderful man. Unfortunately sometimes he can also be a nightmare come to life. My boyfriend enjoys anal sex, which I have no issue with. I myself have consent on a number of occasions to it and we enjoy a healthy sexual relationship that's centred around respect and trust.

However one day we started to become intimate and he asked if we could try anal intercourse as it had been a while. I consented and we began.

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Forced to be a sex slut

As these compiled experiences demonstrate, the issues of sexual bullying, harassment, assault, and "slut" shaming have affected and continue to affect many of our lives in deep, often dangerous ways. Reproduction of these stories in whole or in part is prohibited without consent from The UnSlut Project. I still have scar tissue from all of it.

This entry includes descriptions of sexual assault and suicide. This was my junior year of high school. I had a tight group of friends that I deeply trusted.

I have struggled with depression for as long as I can remember and I finally opened up to them about it. Some time later I fought with my best friend in the group and she and the other girls turned against me and started spreading rumors.

I had kissed a boy we knew and it was a mistake and I regretted it and they started telling everyone how much I messed around with guys. And no matter what I did or said, they found a way that it was slutty.

I started dating a guy and they said it was only because he was hot. I wore tall boots over unripped jeans and a flannel shirt and they told me I looked like a whore in front of our entire friend group. During this time I was emotionally manipulated and then physically forced to give a guy a blowjob, and I was told by this boy that it was my fault, and while those girls never found out about the sexual assault, their continued comments and the rumors they spread combined with the sexual assault almost led me to kill myself.

I wish sometimes that I had never developed physically the way I did. Maybe I wouldn't hate myself. The minute I developed curves, I became proud that I was becoming a woman. However, now that I'm 15 and with G-cup breasts, I'm starting to think that all I'm destined for is sexual harassment from peers and older men alike, as well as occasional sexual assault. Am I only destined to be sexualized and slut-shamed?

As soon as I moved to my current school this year, people started questioning my virginity and spread it to students and teachers. They spread these rumours before they even got to know me.

Even the guys who like me think I talk and flirt with 15 guys an hour. I only ever talk to them, but they don't really believe it. Some only actually talk to me because they think I'm easy to get with.

Even my classmates and friends treat me as if I'm easy. I'm cast as the "mistress" in all our performances. I truly thought I was alone but after surfing the web I realized that I was being slut shamed. And I want to tell my story to others.

When I was 15 I would hang out with my friends consisting of mostly guys. I got along with guys, cause I grew up with many. I would wear what my friends wore, but since I had a bigger chest and hung out with mostly guys, guys would say I was a slut.

I ignored them and tried not to believe their words. The part where it actually got worse was when I went on vacation with my family. I'm not so close to that side of my family, so I tried talking to most of my female cousins but they would just push me aside.

This led to me talking to the guys, my cousin's boyfriend and another cousin's husband, both young but not my type. It turns out that my cousins boyfriend was caught searching me up, and this made my cousin jump to conclusions and eventually she thought I was trying to get with him.

But I just tried talking to him to pass time and as well as a reason to get closer to my cousin. That wasn't what she believed so she called me and told family members that I was trying to steal her boyfriend, clearly not true, but it was what she believed.

I was confronted by many of my cousins and I spoke the truth only to be called a liar, and even if they didn't say it to me personally, also slut shaming me, analyzing every picture or post I put on social media, and every move I had made on the trip when I was around the boyfriend. This affected my mental and physical state. I tried telling my side of the story and no one believed me.

They said that because of how I dressed it wasn't a surprise to them. I was now viewed as a catch to the males in my family, and a slut to the females. I truly thought I was alone and thought about committing suicide but after surfing the web I realized that I was being slut shamed.

I kept expecting every day for my body to show some indication that I was tainted and impure. This entry includes descriptions of rape and self-harm. When I was fifteen I was hanging out with a friend. I had a huge crush on him. Not on his 6 friends who came over and tied me up.

All of them took turns doing what they called "skull fucking" me. No matter how much I cried. No matter how much I begged them to stop. I thought I was destroyed. I could not tell my mom or my sisters or my friends. I thought they would hate me. Tell me I deserved it. It was a long time before I could even talk about it. I wanted to kill myself. I harmed myself every day for years. That's what my mom noticed. I went to therapy. To this day my mother doesn't know what drove me to hurt myself, to this day I'm scared of what she'll think of me.

To this day I am terrified of oral sex and nervous during every sexual encounter. I am all too aware that if a man wants my body, he can take it by force. Since that day, I was branded as a slut. Back in primary school, my best friend and I were inseparable. She was dating a guy whom I became quite close with. As time went by, he basically became like my brother. Their relationship was actually quite deep despite the fact that it was a primary school relationship.

They dated for a year and at the end of the year, he broke up with her. She was utterly devastated by the break up and cried for days. Despite the fact that he had hurt her, she still had feelings for him. What was weird was that even though they broke up, they'd behave as though they were still dating.

Then one day when she didn't come to school, he kissed me. Not only did he kiss me, he was actually my first kiss. I didn't know what to do once he had said 'give me a kiss' so I just froze. Since that day, I was branded as a slut and a man stealer. What a great first kiss story. I'm 35 and I've been slut shamed because I had a boyfriend when I was eighteen. My mother knew and she knew I'd slept with him.

When she found out she tried to lock me out of the family home and there were screaming fits about how I was "damaged goods" and how she was so ashamed. Fast forward thirteen years and I had recently delivered my second baby with my husband of twelve years.

My husband and I are very happy together and he always knew I'd had the one boyfriend before him. My mother was unhappy about losing the opportunity to show off and felt anger and resentment towards me. A month after the birth and two days after the funeral of my best friend she expressed this anger by slut shaming me to my husband.

She started screaming at him in front of our other child about, "did he know what I was", and how I had, "dirty little secrets". My husband picked up the children and ushered me out. We have not seen her in nearly three years. I still maintain that I have done nothing wrong in having a boyfriend, I was an adult, it is my body and was my choice to make.

What angers me most is that in the eyes of many that choice has damaged or reduced me as a human being. My free choice is portrayed as something which has caused me to lessen in value. My choice has become an act which is fundamentally shameful and which makes me less acceptable as a wife and something which can be used to punish me with for decades to come. Now I have a daughter, and there is no sex act that can ever impinge upon her great value as a being worthy of love, respect and kindness.

It means I was bullied into saying yes. For the past 6 years of my life I have been in a healthy and happy relationship with a beautiful and wonderful man. Unfortunately sometimes he can also be a nightmare come to life. My boyfriend enjoys anal sex, which I have no issue with.

I myself have consent on a number of occasions to it and we enjoy a healthy sexual relationship that's centred around respect and trust. However one day we started to become intimate and he asked if we could try anal intercourse as it had been a while.

I consented and we began.

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