Me, too. I am a sexual assault statistic.

I was sexually assaulted by my landlord when I was 22 years old.

He leaned in and kissed me. He touched me without my consent.

He was in his 70s.

It wasn’t my fault. It wasn’t excusable. It wasn’t funny material for an Internet meme. It wasn’t gentlemanly. It wasn’t kind. It wasn’t leaderly. It wasn’t something easily forgotten.

It wasn’t something “men just do.” I know plenty of good men who don’t.

It was disgusting. It was wrong. And it was a crime.

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