“Can I get you something to drink? Here, I got these Prego jars, want some sprite or something? I’ll get myself a jar of spiced rum ha ha. I like to recycle.”— Kayla Haas, medium.com
“In my 20s, in a weird way, every alcohol-doused dalliance that didn’t result in violating whatever vague definition of consensual sex I was operating on confirmed to me that what had happened to me as a teenager was not my fault.”— Minda Honey, longreads.com
“Back then, there wasn’t consent culture. There were just fast-tailed girls who let their hearts race places they didn’t belong. Girls who wanted it. I wanted it. But not yet. Not like that.”— Minda Honey, longreads.com
“If he’s making you feel more pain than pleasure, then this defeats the purpose of being a fuckboy in the first place.”— Katerina Lolita, thoughtcatalog.com
“How many fuck boys does it take to screw in a light bulb? None, because it's always lit fam.”— UDYE, reddit.com