I wanted to celebrate Obama’s election in 2008. I went out to a victory party that night and was delighted to see people of every imaginable race, gender expression, culture, and sexual orientation dancing together. It felt like everything had changed.
Until he grabbed me by the waist and in my ear said “Grind on me baby,” and started sticking his hands in my pants.
Another woman grabbed me and rescued me, but not before I could be ashamed to need her help, miserable because the festive mood was ruined, and feel guilty because the person who groped me was a black man and he called me a stuck up white bitch as I speedwalked out of the venue.
Either nothing changed after all, or it’s just #MFIF.
LD, Denver, CO