What Being Drugged and Robbed Taught Me About Rape Culture

I kept thinking and saying: Thank God it was me and not her.

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By Matthew Fray

I’d only been conscious for a half-hour or so, and I was fighting tears because as a general rule, I don’t cry in front of my friends unless things are very, very bad.




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