“This post is not only about travelling. But we travellers need to talk about it.”
Being suspicious of men began when I was twelve and a classmate walked up to me, outright groping my emerging breast.
This story already shows the seeds of a dynamic I still experience and tried to properly put into words only yesterday when a male friend asked me to. There is: the shock and disbelief that someone just invaded my private space, without even hesitating. The perceived helplessness, which is hard to admit for someone like me who thinks of themselves as strong. But apparently, I can be able to articulate what I want in many areas and still feel helpless in other situations. A comparison: the same kid threw snowballs at me on the way to school and I had no problem at all reporting that. In the groping situation, a teacher was even closer, in the same room even. Yet, it didn’t even occur to me to…
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