Rapists are rapists, and it’s rare that they stop (for good)…that’s why the whole “statute of limitations on rape” thing so pisses me off. Rape to me is in many ways worse than murder, because it sets into motion a different kind of death. One that you get to live through.

So, that’s super fun.

I just know that a good percentage of the guys I went to college with (I hung out with the basketball players…not known for their super respectful attitudes towards women) did dumb shit in the early ’90s. A couple of them were actual rapists and ended up in prison or dead because of that. But most of them just did normal guy stuff; verbal diarrhea, if you will..”Girl, you got MUCH onion, makes me wanna cry” and similar shit all day long no matter how many times you told them to shut the fuck up…and the ones I still keep in touch with are nothing like that today. I would no more bring up that stuff up now than I would today protect the reputation of a rapist.

Maybe I’m just screwed up. I don’t know.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

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