  sometimes it's hard to draw lines. are you a woman or are you a piece of meat? and it gets even harder when not even your friends seem to remember. when you say something, are they assuming that you're asking for it? when you laugh with them, kid around and get comfortable, are they thinking that you're leading them on? how exactly do you differentiate between who you are, behind the flesh, and who they see? it's been two - almost three years now, and i still don't understand what happened. it's your fault, i told myself in the mirror, because when i dissected it down to bits and pieces, sans emotion, i found that i'd been a participant in it. but if i'd been a participant, i told a friend a year later, why didn't i feel anything? woman or meat, i still can't tell. 
