Tell me a funny story or just sit and talk with me while holding my hand. Tell me we’ll tackle things together.
You don’t let go of someone who gives you the same protective feeling as that blanket you had as a kid. You don’t let go of someone who’s kept you safe.
You were there to mark the safe entry, the harbor that cool waves lapped against. I always came back to you. I thought I always would.
And it is not all unfounded. But a lot of it is, or at the very least, very poorly reported.
It’s just me, and my body is now the vehicle. I get hungry looks eyeing my body up and down, and I feel that I am reduced simply for the consumption of a man. Without a car, I am more vulnerable, more on display. I am just a body.
Rape isn’t an act, the act is sexual intercourse. Rape is more an emotion.
2. Discover a way to float rather than sink.
1. Carry mace around with your finger on the trigger. Crazies are everywhere. Invest in some pepper spray and when you’re walking alone, even just a few blocks, have it out and ready.
Do you ever think about parking your car closer to the office (or the store) so that you don’t have to walk too far by yourself?
My uncle in Kentucky has enough ammunition and firepower to demolish a small police station.