I first experienced slut-shaming in sixth grade, when I kissed three boys in one night. They were all my good guy friends and they were like, "What would it feel like to kiss a girl?" and I said, "I'm a girl, I could show you what it feels like to kiss." I'm an open person. That's me.
It only bothered me the next day, when I got to school and everybody was talking about it. People were so mean to me that day and called me a slut. I did not kiss a boy for like two years after that.
I caught on early to the power of sharing stories about sexual experiences
In high school, I dated the same guy from freshman to senior year. I lost my virginity to him... and got HPV. I wanted to share what I went through with my health class. My teacher told me not to -- she said it would be a really awful idea because kids can be so cruel. I told her that was wrong: "You are telling me not to share my experience and you are perpetuating the cycle." I refused to shut down and pretend these things hadn't happened. So I kept talking -- and other girls started coming to me to talk through their own stuff.