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I’m a Feminist, but Sometimes I Just Want Some Frat-Boy Sex

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We were half-falling asleep, half cuddling, half-watching John Mulaney’s stand-up special on Netflix, when he pulled me closer to him, and started rubbing my breasts from behind. The sun was starting to rise, we’d been up all night dancing. I was not in a place to “have sex” at least, not actively.




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