My cat is just walking from room to room scream-meowing.
Toys? Not interested. Food? Not interested. Pats? Not interested. Yelling? Yes please.
I am going to lose my mind.
βDoctors in Gaza observed a disturbing pattern: children with a single gunshot wound to the head or chest, a sign that they were shot at deliberately.β
I really hate this time of year.
All the tv ads say EOFYS as ee-yo-fiss and I feel very deeply that it should be an initialism instead of an acronym.
Distressing.
The problem gentlemen is you think "rapist" means scary man in a hoodie lurking in an alleyway at 3am. Of course you'd block that guy.
But it's the boyfriend you really loved who was angry that you hadn't wanted sex for two days and pinned you for the bed and then felt really bad about it.
It's the really sweet guy backstage who you loved working with for the whole production who knew you only wanted to be friends and then got you drunk at the after party and raped you in a dressing room.
It's the husband who whined and pleaded for sex long after you've said no for hours and refused to take no for an answer until you gave in every night for four years until you realised what it was.
It's the childhood friend who knows your parents and is your brother's best mate who suddenly attacked you when you were 17 and then told you he'd be thrown out of Oxford if you said anything.
It's the kind colleague who offered to drive you home from that conference when there was a train strike and then forced his hands into your pants in a lay-by and then threatened to leave you there at 3am if you didn't stop being a cockteasing bitch.
We're not dumb. We see the constant attempts to make anything short of stranger with a knife made up, regret, our fault really, a matter of the woman not being clear.
We know why you keep trying to make this 'not rape'. Because if coercion, marital rape, pressure, manipulation and exploitation count, then the comforting fantasy that rape is only ever a stranger with a knife falls apart.
I haven't read The Bone People by Keri Hulme since that one time in high school when my 5th form English teacher accused me of lying about reading it in one sitting overnight. Turns out it's still really fucking good 27 years later.
I bought a bunch of books from a secondhand bookshop years ago and loved them, I've been jonesing to read them again recently but didn't bring them with me to Aus and couldn't find copies anywhere. Found them all on Internet Archive last night, and *good lord* the dopamine hit.
I bought a bunch of books from a secondhand bookshop years ago and loved them, I've been jonesing to read them again recently but didn't bring them with me to Aus and couldn't find copies anywhere. Found them all on Internet Archive last night, and *good lord* the dopamine hit.