I exist for men’s own sexual self-exploration, a freak without my own right to privacy or freedom from public shame, a resource for their own self-discovery -- that like all things in an on-demand world, they feel entitled to access at any time.

No one heard us, no one stood up for us, no one tried to help us. Instead they tried to silence us.

It creates an environment where a woman’s sexuality is an item for public consumption, a thing which can be approved of or rejected, valued or denigrated by the community.

Anytime I divulge my story to coworkers, I find that they have their own stories of sexual harassment to share.