By Cece Flores
Trigger Warning: The following contains details about sexual assault.
I remember the uncharacteristically warm November night. I remember walking down the street with my winter jacket open. I remember the brand new black-and-white striped sweater I was wearing, so new it hadn’t even been washed yet. I wanted him to see it. I thought he’d find it cool. He was 35, I was 24. I just wanted him to think I was cool. Continue reading