[I]n another essay in this book I describe a sexual encounter with a mustachioed campus Republican as the upsetting but educational choice of a girl who was new to sex when, in fact, it didn't feel like a choice at all.
At the time, Dunham says she was drunk, high on Xanax and cocaine, and therefore in no condition to give her consent. She had no idea she had been raped until she described the encounter to her roommate:
In my neck of the woods...we don't have to be told when we have been raped...we know the difference between rape and getting drunk and doing things you might regret the next day. If alcohol and drugs mean that you couldn't consent, wouldn't the same excuse suffice for your date who I'm quite sure College frat boy was probably doing?
The two then go back to her apartment, and Dunham -- in an attempt to convince herself that she'd given consent -- talks dirty to him as he forces himself on her.
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