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A fellow burner introduced me to the concept of after-care. It seems to me, at least emotionally, that was just the way you respect another human being. However, I have learned through experience that a good deal of people just don’t think that way or, worse, they just don’t care. This man is part of [...]

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Shakesville: The Survivor Thread [trigger warning]

So very sobering to see how prevalent sexual assault it, and how often it is normalized.
I know I’ve normalized it for the past 35 years. Not anymore.

Reading what other women have endured helps me see just how horrible it really is. It has happened over and over my entire life, and I didn’t even consider it assault until recently.

Yesterday he found out where I was camping. He went down our road twice in a few hours. The second time I was alone, and he looked me right in the eyes and smirked.

It was the monster.

It was highly disturbing to look into the same eyes he used to establish false intimacy through sacred sexuality and rape my soul long before he raped my body.

It’s also been highly annoying.

I’ve seen him 5x in three days, much more than a coincidence out here on the playa. When you plan to meet people out here you can only find them about half the time.

My rapist showed up at B.E.D. (Bureau of Erotic Discourse) during a sexual assault awareness workshop “Clarity and Consent” to confront me. I saw his face, and it was the monster. My lover wasn’t there at all.

How did he know I’d be there? He’s been cyberstalking me for months. He knows what I’ve been through. He’s watched my pain. He’s admitted to reading my blog on the Flipizen group as well as privately to several sexual assault survivors, trying to get them on his side. The utter nerve astounds me.