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Usually vomiting makes one feel better, yet sitting in a pool of warm alcohol that I had just violently expelled out of what felt like every orifice on my face only made my head spin faster. Surely, this would get me out of this torture my brother’s drinking friends called Caps.
“Did you just throw up your last round?” asked one of my blurry competitors.
“Yeah, I think I’m done,” I answered the identical twin images in front of me.
“You softie. Now you have to drink two shots in the next round,” yelled another competitor.
Then the whole table chanted a derogatory word at me as they placed their hands on their heads in the shape of female genitalia.
The sad part of the story is that these are men that I considered my friends. For many men, this is a common experience—we anticipate compassion, yet we are…
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