DON'T WAIT FOR A SEXUALLY COMPATIBLE PARTNER
"I don't like how he makes me feel when he touches me." I'm going to tell her, I'm going to tell her, I chant it like a poem as I get off my bed, eyes red and sore from crying, hair disheveled, and on shaky feet, I head for my aunt's door. As I made a fist to knock, the door was thrown open “ I have been expecting you” aunty Ohum said. “I heard you sobbing last night, I was wondering if I had to come and pry the information from you” she softly chided as she led me to her bed. She gave me a few minutes to collect myself and asked “what is it Oluchi?” With all the energy and resolve of a cornered rat trying to escape death I blurted out “ I don't like how he makes me feel when he touches me. I don't feel anything when he's buried deep inside me. When he's close to me, I don't want his skin to rub against mine. When he touches me, I recoil in disgust, and I know my actions frustrate and confuse him. I can see the unasked questions on ...