I’m Interested In You. That Doesn’t Mean I’m Trying To Have Sex With You.
Megan Bruneau, M.A. RCC

Opening a window does not infer an invitation, let alone consent, to come into my private space. It has taken me decades to absolve myself of the guilt of being interpreted as a “come on” due to a buxom figure and ready smile. Jumping to conclusions without a conversation is not my responsibility. It appears, in fact, to be a shorthanded reaction meant to circumvent any need for dialog. I acknowledge your approach to a much-ignored, denied, and unaccountable-laced gender myth.

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