The pain materialized in my heart, mind, and body simultaneously and consumed my every gesture.
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I objectify her with the eyes of the man of my worst nightmare, internalizing her body parts as a collection of props and comparing them with my own.
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It felt like an epiphany, like my body was responding to the process.
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Sometimes he’d squeeze my lower back in just the right way, and it felt like intimacy. I swore it was intimacy.
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