Just had a really long talk
with one of my few female friends here about sexism in drug culture and I’m feeling extremely sad and a little sick. Why is it that in this world I find myself surrounded by dear friends, who are almost all male, and constantly struggling with my identity as either a sexual object or just one of the guys..
I feel like I could write a thesis right now or at least a personal diary on what this means to me but I actually just have to write a paper for one of my finals. So let’s compartmentalize for a hot minute instead.
