August 24th
 I resist calling any of my bad sexual experiences rape, at least in part because their impact on my sanity and happiness was negligible in the long term. Though feminists have a more then decade-long history of critiquing the way some women “never call it rape,” their efforts to define rape as a profound internal crisis exacerbate this problem. With that definition in place, my rapes are not serious enough to count. To call it rape seems too self-pitying, too histrionic. It feels like the entry card to a club in which I have no place, a group populated by PTSD sufferers and girls who cry themselves to sleep at night. It automatically implies a level of emotional damage that did not take place. 
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