THE LOCKER ROOM CONUNDRUM
THE LOCKER ROOM CONUNDRUM I am no longer disgusted, what I am feeling cannot be written, our vocabulary is limited, so no matter the order I place the alphabets in, there is no specific word that can describe how I feel. It makes me sick, to an extent that physical symptoms show, to an extent that for some old nightmares will return, some memories they had buried will find a way to haunt them again, to an extent that many won't be able to function normally because it hurts that much. It makes us question, what are we to them? When they look at us what do they really see? Just flesh? Objects to satisfy their lusts? A means to physical gratification? Is that all? An Instagram group ‘boy’s locker room’, where minors are discussing their unthinkable desires to rape woman. Morphed photos of girls we...