I have a tendency to spend time with guys who just don’t seem to get it. Who don’t understand why I grab my closest girl friend when I need to use the bathroom at the club. Who don’t understand why I call them late at night when I’m walking through dark streets alone.
“When SWAT pulled her out, she had completed multiple circumcisions on herself with the scissors, completely cut her nipples off, and had sodomized herself multiple times with multiple steak knives.”
I hope that those who will read this will remember that rapists can be anywhere and anyone. I hope they remember that many monsters are better disguised in plain light than in the shadows.
The rape shattered how I perceived the world around me: the illusion of safety, my relationship to men and worst of all, my sense of self just as I was traversing the tricky waters of what it means to be a woman in this world. It felt like my wings had been clipped just as I was starting to take off.
You were past that with me. You no longer felt any humanity towards me. You picked up your things and you slammed the door behind you.
“Men and sometimes women would come into our room and have sex with me. They were allowed to be rough, but the price dictated the roughness. If they hit me too hard or whatever my dad would stop it.”
He kept talking as his hand grazed my back. I tried to distance myself by moving my chair forward but this just made him move his hand from my back to my upper thigh.
There were 13 episodes, and each of them revolved around a different crime. Robbing. Stalking. Mugging. Murder. Rape.
“Uncle Jimmy didn’t get shot accidentally. He deserved it.”
I met him online. He invited me to a little diner in his town and I readily obliged although it was well past midnight.