I was raped when I was 23 by a guy I saw everyday at work. He didnt work there, he was a delivery guy and I had to sign for packages that came in. He would always talk to me and my co-workers would tease me into going out with him. I was never interested in him. He kept asking me out and I told him I wasnt interested. He followed me one day to a park on my way home and asked me why I didnt want to go out with him. I told him he wasnt my type. He got mad because he thought it was because he was black that I didnt want to go out with him. I told him that wasnt it, it was because I am a lesbian. Thats when he threw me to the ground and raped me. I tried to stop him but then just gave into him. At the time I figured it didnt matter because I wasnt into guys anyway, what a sick way of thinking.
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