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So recently I’ve become a lot more body confident and had a wardrobe change. I’ve gone from jeans and baggy tshirts to halterneck rockabilly dresses and heels. Last night I went out to have a few drinks and a dance and I noticed I was getting a lot of attention, which has never really happened before. But the attention quickly stopped being fun and started to get annoying - seven strangers (men) all coming up to me and asking me if I had a boyfriend while they leered at me like I was a piece of meat. This I probably could have handled, it was uncomfortable but I just told them I wasn’t interested and that was that.
But then some guy who was probably a few years older than me but was HUGE (I didn’t even come up to chest height on him) started dancing with me. Fine. He seemed quite nice. I wasn’t interested and I didn’t indicate in any way that I was, but it seemed pretty harmless. That was until he came up behind me and, without having said a word to me, put his hand up my skirt and touched me. Thank God I was wearing tights. I pushed his hand away and he stepped back, only for him to do it AGAIN about a minute later. I’d never been in this situation before and I was alone feeling very vulnerable. I pushed him away and then he tried it for a THIRD time and this time when I pushed him away he grabbed my face and tried to kiss me. I managed to pull out of his grip and I told him I wasn’t interested because I was gay (which I really am). I was so frightened that instead of yelling at him and telling him to fuck off I actually APOLOGISED to that asshole for not being interested! I’m so mad at myself for that. Anyway, when I said I was a lesbian he pulled a really offended expression, threw up his hands, then stalked off in an aggressive manner.
Now I’m feeling reluctant to ever go out wearing a dress or looking nice ever again. Urgh!