Daylee Hames, “I Am Not Going Anywhere” (via twloha)
Time and time again, she helped me pick up the broken pieces. She hugged me tight, no matter how numb I was. She promised me the same thing every day: “I am not going anywhere.” And she didn’t. She showed up. No matter how ugly the situation was, no matter how scared we all were. She showed up.
So appaled that you make my rape “not as bad as yours” because you know my rapist and just CANT believe he would do that. When he admitted it infront of you. He was sober. I was drunk and asleep. He knows that, i know that but for whatever reason, youre denying it and making me feel like the crazy one. That i must be wrong and i must have given him some sort of “this is ok”. You scrambled to come up with excuses for him but there is no excuse. No, i wasnt sleep talking, no i wasnt just black out drunk and told him to do it, no there is no reason he did it except he wanted to. And no, he was not possessed by satan. You seriously think that even if i were sleep talking to him that it was ok, it would truly be ok??? Even if i werent asleep, it wouldnt be ok. Drunk is incoherent and that means NO. no matter what. And no, it wont give me wet dreams or something to laugh about when im old. Its not funny and it gives me nightmares. What is wrong with you woman? Just because you think you know somebody doesnt mean you do and you cant make things ok just because their unimaginable. You shamed me because of something that is in no way my fault.
Sex while somebody is drunk is rape.
Sex while somebody is asleep is rape.
Sex without a verbal YES, is rape.
Point. Blank. Period.
