so in fifth grade, i got sexually harassed by some kid. he always found ways to creep up behind me and do stuff with his pickle and put it near my butt, always thrusting against it somehow. one time he grabbed onto my sack and he just said “oh, that feels nice, daddy” and he walked away as if everything was fine. after that he kept on doing stuff like that and he said stuff like, “gimme that banana” or “i want that coconut milk” until one day i cried when he did something like this and he just laughed. i told him to f off, now i dont swear, but that’s when i realized if someone is being a piece of crap, tell em to f off. that day i learned that i am asexual.