TOXIC MASCULINITY AND ME
Sep 11, 2018
3 minutes
BY DAVID ARTAVIA
One of my earliest childhood memories is the smell of grass. Jose (the class bully) loved shoving my face to the ground in my elementary schoolyard. One day, my teacher pulled us apart and wiped broken bits of lawn from my hair. I thought she was going to comfort me but instead she demanded, “Why didn’t you fight back?”
I assumed my teacher was right to question me. Why didn’t I fight back? Even if half the class saw my face being
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