The bane of my existence has not been that men only want to fuck me, use me as an object of their pleasure.
It is worse than that.
It’s been that I’ve lowered myself repeatedly to that level, only to have them reject me in my base state.
In those moments, I find I have no use to others even as a mere plaything.
And that is the truth even sadder than anything I’ve been warned of, that I’m not even worth victimizing.