It's late and for a while I thought someone was exploding fireworks outside my window.
Lots of banging, but no clue where it was coming from.
Cool too, that weird half chill, where you put a sweater on and look forward to that relaxing hot shower.
I'm about to talk about something in my livejournal that...I'm not sure I should talk about, but it's been hanging in the back of my mind for a bit, festering there. And it seems to hang in the corners of the world I live in like a specter that you don't quite see, just out of reach. It's not in your life, it's beside it. In the corner. And you think if you don't look, pretend it's not there, don't think about it, it won't bother you. But it does.
I wonder sometimes if it is better not to talk about things. I remember several years back telling a woman in a job interview that I had just been robbed, I was in my bed, asleep, when it happened. Someone came into my apartment while I was asleep and stole my lap-top, leaving the windows wide open. The woman told me how she'd been raped and sought counseling and I should do the same. I said that would be focusing on it, and it was better not to. To forget. Besides two different things.
I've never know how to talk about rape. How do you? The word itself feels like an assault on the senses. And I've seen it handled in stories in multiple ways. The papers are littered with reports of sexual assaults - they avoid the word rape and use assault, molestation, attack or groping instead. After a while...you get used to it. What an odd thing.
( a lengthy musing on rape in stories, television, film, and various media - could be a major trigger for some people, if this is true of you? Best to avoid, contains spoilers for Buffy, Firefly, General Hospital, BSG. )
Lots of banging, but no clue where it was coming from.
Cool too, that weird half chill, where you put a sweater on and look forward to that relaxing hot shower.
I'm about to talk about something in my livejournal that...I'm not sure I should talk about, but it's been hanging in the back of my mind for a bit, festering there. And it seems to hang in the corners of the world I live in like a specter that you don't quite see, just out of reach. It's not in your life, it's beside it. In the corner. And you think if you don't look, pretend it's not there, don't think about it, it won't bother you. But it does.
I wonder sometimes if it is better not to talk about things. I remember several years back telling a woman in a job interview that I had just been robbed, I was in my bed, asleep, when it happened. Someone came into my apartment while I was asleep and stole my lap-top, leaving the windows wide open. The woman told me how she'd been raped and sought counseling and I should do the same. I said that would be focusing on it, and it was better not to. To forget. Besides two different things.
I've never know how to talk about rape. How do you? The word itself feels like an assault on the senses. And I've seen it handled in stories in multiple ways. The papers are littered with reports of sexual assaults - they avoid the word rape and use assault, molestation, attack or groping instead. After a while...you get used to it. What an odd thing.
( a lengthy musing on rape in stories, television, film, and various media - could be a major trigger for some people, if this is true of you? Best to avoid, contains spoilers for Buffy, Firefly, General Hospital, BSG. )