I was never raped, but when I was seven years old, a man drove up outside my friend’s house and took a picture of us playing outside. I was never raped, but I spent the ages of 12–17 terrified to tell anyone that a family friend was too physical with me every day. I was never raped but as yearbook editor at the age of 17, I had a staff member who would keep up a constant stream of unwelcome comments about my body, which it seemed like everyone but my teacher could hear. I was never raped, but at my last apartment there was a group of men who would sit at the bottom of the stairwell and make predatory comments about the girls coming down it. I was never raped, but last summer (my first time away from home) a group of boys kept pushing me to drink more until one of them stuck his hand down my pants. A different night when I told them no, I would not have a foursome, they left and I was safe until my roommate came home and climbed on top of me and asked me to finger her and she kept kissing me even after I said no multiple times and I managed to get out but I had nowhere to go. If a kind acquaintance hadn’t found me wandering around the men’s wing looking for a friend I knew would keep me safe, I don’t know what would have happened. I was never raped, but a few months ago a random stranger snapped a photo me in my bathing suit while hanging out with my friends. I was never raped but every time I visit the maintenance department at work, I can feel one man’s eyes trained on me constantly. I was never raped but I’m saving up for a good stun gun. I was never raped, but I spent a tense night with someone I thought was a good friend who kept making advances even after I said no. He stormed out angrily at four a.m.. I was never raped, but I have an arsenal of frightening stories, like every woman and many men. I was never raped but my nightmares are full of unwelcome hands and threatening whispers.