This post goes out to my lady folk (and men folk because let’s face it, no one is immune to sexual assault).<\/p>\n
This post isn’t about being a victim (rightfully or wrongfully).This post is about how even with the attachments of a completely boring mundane life, a woman\u00a0cannot go without the intrusion of power control via sexual assault in her life.<\/p>\n
Significant others, ask your girlfriends\u00a0if they’ve ever\u00a0been assaulted. \u00a0I’ll bet not ONE woman has survived thus far into adulthood without being pressed into an object of desire and been punished for it. “But wait, I haven’t!” — keep searching young lady, you’ll find an incident.<\/p>\n
I had, what one might describe as an\u00a0idyllic\u00a0childhood, but guess what? Even nice paintings have defects.<\/p>\n
I was molested in public, right in front of my father, at a store, by someone\u00a0who thought grabbing an eleven\u00a0year old’s ass was appropriate behavior for an adult male.<\/p>\n
In college, I was basically date raped by my boyfriend. It’s too complicated and none of anyone’s business why I never reported it, but I now see the errors of my ways. Thinking:\u00a0“it’s just what happens sometimes in relationships” is not normal.<\/p>\n
As an adult I was assaulted on a film set by a makeup artist who pushed me against a wall and forced himself on me. \u00a0That asshole was easy to wrangle, all five foot three of him, but still, I was in a relaxed safe place, where you’d never expect to get assaulted.<\/p>\n
Today I was, for all intents and purposes, groped by a crazy\u00a0old short\u00a0man (why are they always little?) while I was trying to send a text to a friend. \u00a0I guess he wanted good luck as he rushed me and then rubbed\u00a0his mail over my nether regions before running away, but not before smiling maniacally and depositing his mail into a nearby mailbox.<\/p>\n
Add all of those memories\u00a0up and I still consider my life a lucky one. It seems normal, happy, average, and sometimes mundane.\u00a0These incidents are minor\u00a0when compared against harsher\u00a0sexual assaults, and I would never make light of that. \u00a0I understand where my experiences stand in relation to and up against the tragedy of others, but for all that is holy, can you not see how impossible it is to feel safe ANYWHERE?<\/p>\n
Women will never feel safe. <\/strong><\/p>\n Women should not<\/strong>\u00a0roll with it<\/em> (like I have), and tiny incidents\u00a0shouldn’t be lumped into some amalgam of “how it is”.<\/p>\n Get angry. Be unreasonable. Fight back**.\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n And for the love all that is good in this world, don’t stand on a downtown corner in Los Angeles, and try to text someone. \u00a0Be aware of your surroundings all the time. It’s draining on your soul, but you’re worth it.<\/p>\n If I had not been so shocked that someone would try something so insane against me today, he’d be a little ball of crybaby and we’d \u00a0both be nursing black eyes.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n **I know that a lot of people have been taught\u00a0to “not fight back” when your life is at stake. Isn’t your life at stake anyway when a weapon is involved? Make peace with your maker and rip out a testicle. That’s my policy.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" This post goes out to my lady folk (and men folk because let’s face it, no one is immune to sexual assault). This post isn’t about being a victim (rightfully or wrongfully).This post is about how even with the attachments of a completely boring mundane life, a woman\u00a0cannot go without the intrusion of power control … <\/p>\n
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