Over the weekend, I woke up in the morning, couldn't, move, couldn't, breathe, couldn't talk. There were teeth bites everywhere. I ended up spending 6 hours in the hospital doing all sorts of testing and a rape kit to determine if something really happened.

But the truth is, it doesn't matter if anything happened. What matters is that I feel violated in every sense of the word and I felt uncomfortable from the moment I passed out to the morning I woke up.

I never learned during health class that being drunk doesn't make you a slut. I thought that if I was too drunk to consent I was just a whore who didn't know any better. And I've been beating myself up for years thinking that while I've been passed out "I must have wanted it." I must have asked for it.

But the truth is. Rape is rape is rape. If you're drunk you can't consent. If you're tipsy, you can't consent. If you're blacked out, you can't consent.

I've had men tell me that I've said, " I wanted it." But, if you're drunk, you can't want it, you can't say you do and you can't mean you do. And that is a scary reality.

I wish I would have learned in health class that you can't consent when you're drunk, but I didn't.

I've spent 4 years of my life thinking I had sex because I drank too much and I wore skimpy clothing, and I couldn't get out the word "no."

Being drunk is not consent. You can't consent when you're drunk. It's actually against the law. No matter if you remember or if he remembers being intoxicated, you have no ability to consent.

Rethink the men you spend time with and if you wake up regretting a feeling or thinking that something happened that shouldn't have, its not your fault.

A sober yes is a YES, a drunk yes is never yes.

You're allowed to be drunk, you're allowed to pass out, but the man who will take advantage of that is your rapist.