A boy I had gone to middle school with incessantly asked me for nude pictures of my self. I explained again and again that I wasn’t interested in doing that, and explained to him that what he was doing was sexual assault. After dozens of messages, I finally told him that I had a boyfriend (though I didn’t at the time) and that was when he stopped asking, not because he didn’t value my comfort or my feelings or my wishes or my right to say no or my value as a human being, but because he saw me as another man’s property.
