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how to become invisible
TRIGGER WARNING: sexual assault references
I've kept my hair
it's natural colour
for years now
I tell myself it's because
it's too high maintenance
to paint myself with rainbows
and that's partly true
The real truth is
I like the air of invisibility
I've wrapped around myself
to make myself look
boring, unassuming
forgettable
Last time I shrugged on
a leather jacket
my partner almost had me
bent over the bathroom sink
before I'd even left the house
And it's not that I don't want
to get him so hard
it makes him growl with wanting
it just wasn't the right moment
and it makes me wonder
how other people might see me
and if they'd be the kind of person
who thinks it's okay
to assault a stranger
walking alone at night
I was 28 the last time
I was sexually assaulted
it was 5:30pm in the afternoon
I was at the bus stop
on the way home from work
he was drunk
decided to touch
my hair
my face
put his hands around my throat
run his red wine fingers down my arms
make jokes about Princess Leia fantasies
because my space bun hairstyle
was apparently a turn on
I missed my bus because
I was so busy trying
to talk my way out of the situation
No one bothered to intervene
And while I managed to get out
of that situation
without police intervention
or getting raped
the cloud of fear it left in my chest
followed me around for months
and I bought an emotional support
blue owl teddy bear
to bring me down from
the heights of panic
every time I remembered
the scent of wine on his breath
the scrape of his fingers on my face
his hands on my throat
and the way he'd forever banished
space buns from my hairstyle arsenal
So now I keep my hair natural
dirty blonde
wear safe clothes
that aren't uninteresting
but that also don't draw attention
And I rarely feel like myself
dressed in this half-life of fear
that still follows me around
reminding me
of what some men are capable of
I've kept my hair
it's natural colour
for years now
I tell myself it's because
it's too high maintenance
to paint myself with rainbows
and that's partly true
The real truth is
I like the air of invisibility
I've wrapped around myself
to make myself look
boring, unassuming
forgettable
Last time I shrugged on
a leather jacket
my partner almost had me
bent over the bathroom sink
before I'd even left the house
And it's not that I don't want
to get him so hard
it makes him growl with wanting
it just wasn't the right moment
and it makes me wonder
how other people might see me
and if they'd be the kind of person
who thinks it's okay
to assault a stranger
walking alone at night
I was 28 the last time
I was sexually assaulted
it was 5:30pm in the afternoon
I was at the bus stop
on the way home from work
he was drunk
decided to touch
my hair
my face
put his hands around my throat
run his red wine fingers down my arms
make jokes about Princess Leia fantasies
because my space bun hairstyle
was apparently a turn on
I missed my bus because
I was so busy trying
to talk my way out of the situation
No one bothered to intervene
And while I managed to get out
of that situation
without police intervention
or getting raped
the cloud of fear it left in my chest
followed me around for months
and I bought an emotional support
blue owl teddy bear
to bring me down from
the heights of panic
every time I remembered
the scent of wine on his breath
the scrape of his fingers on my face
his hands on my throat
and the way he'd forever banished
space buns from my hairstyle arsenal
So now I keep my hair natural
dirty blonde
wear safe clothes
that aren't uninteresting
but that also don't draw attention
And I rarely feel like myself
dressed in this half-life of fear
that still follows me around
reminding me
of what some men are capable of
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