A post I’ll never post
I read 2014/2015 journals this morning
after a night with friends
curled up with the sweetest human I’ve ever met
Still drunk from the night before
I read over and over the nights of being assaulted and raped
That until now I’ve just chosen to forget
how absurd that I just move on from this all
pretend like it’s normal or permissible or commonplace or who the fuck cares because I’ll get over it
But writing over and over about getting assaulted. About being asleep and people touching me. About telling people explicitly the word “no” and them bargaining some sort of contact
About being drugged and wondering if it had even happened. About wondering if I was just lying to myself about it all when it was all written down explicitly
These things shouldn’t be commonplace; they shouldn’t be written off as another night out.
They should be decried from mountaintops; brought light of in EMU’s and churches and squares and in front of Mike Pence with pictures and drug tests and tears galore.
how dare society silence me. how dare i silence myself.
