Riley the Rapist: Stand Up, Speak Out, Fight Back!

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Dictionary.com’s word of the day is comity. Definitions for comity

  1. mutual courtesy; civility.
  2. Also called comity of nations. courtesy between nations, as in respect shown by one country for the laws, judicial decisions, and institutions of another.

Ironic that today’s trending article should also be about one Brock Turner, the 20 year old Olympic hopeful and frat boy extraordinaire. Oh yeah, and don’t forget rapist. You know, the one fucking act of civility that is so god damned common sense that I can’t decide whether it’s more disgusting or pathetic that worthless sacks of shit like this (and all those involved on the defendant’s case) can’t grasp the concept that NO MEANS FUCKING NO!

If you’re one of those who just can’t seem to wrap your mind around the fact that no (or a lack of response whatsoever) means no, perhaps this video here will put things into terms you can understand.

I could go on for hours, provide example after example of women (and men) who have been sexually assaulted and how no lackadaisical sentencing could ever heal the mental and emotional scars that are imposed on us when some ruthless/careless/ignorant/whatever person commits the ultimate act of violation. I could talk about the disgusting emptiness, the self-loathing, the shame, the regret, the fear that every single shadow and bump in the night and stranger on the street could take what innocence you have left in their hands and just absolutely devour it. But when you’ve been there, you know it can’t be put into words.

We need to stand up, those of us who have experienced or witnessed assault– women and men alike. We need to bring awareness to this situation. We need to demand the justice and attention that we and this issue so desperately deserve. I know you’re frightened. I know you’re ashamed. But you are not alone. I’ve been in more situations than I care to admit, but the incident that still shakes me to my core is Riley.

Riley, the frat boy. Riley, the hopeful culinary genius. Riley, who studied Jiu Jitsu. Riley, who got me wasted. Riley, insisted “you know you want this”, slurring. Riley, who wouldn’t take no for an answer. Riley, who fought me right there in the hallway. Riley, who pinned me by the throat against the wall. Riley, who groped and grabbed and hit wherever his drunken hands could get at. Riley, who would have succeeded if he wasn’t caught red handed. Riley, who acted like it was a game– all in good fun. Riley, who left me bruised for weeks and scarred for life. Riley, who begged me not to tell anyone, because it had the potential to ruin his entire life. Riley, who tried to rape me. Riley, who is probably doing just fine. Riley, who I kept so very quiet about, until now.

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Fuck you, Riley…

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