“I thought I was one of the good guys. Then I read the Aziz Ansari story.”
That is the title of an anonymous article posted this week on the website Vox, in which the writer tells the story of his encounter with a woman he calls Julie.
In the piece, he details how their texts, their flirting and their interactions led him, one night, to her house and later, her bed.
He was 22, and at 22, “toxic masculinity praises sexually active men”. He wanted to be one of them.
He lay on her bed, they began kissing, he took her top, then her bra, off.
“At some point,” he writes, “I went down on her.
“I don’t remember any verbal cues to stop, but what I do remember is a significant nonverbal cue: She wasn’t making any sound. No moans, no breaths, no words. She seemed stiff. But I kept going…”
It took him “too long” to ask if she was okay.
“‘I don’t think we should have sex,’ she told him. ‘We’re friends, and I think having sex will make things complicated.’
“I responded almost immediately. ‘I don’t think it will make things complicated. I’m totally fine with figuring that out later.’ I kind of laughed, I think, because I thought I was being charming.”
He went on:
“She never physically stopped me from touching her. At the time, I took that as a sign that she actually wanted me to continue. Her verbal objections, I convinced myself, were her poetic way of telling me she liked me enough to want to be in a relationship with me.
“If I hadn’t stopped when I stopped, I would have committed rape. But in that moment, it didn’t feel that way — it felt normal. I had convinced myself that she still wanted me despite her objections.”