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Please! Don’t! Stop!
November 1, 2022
I was raped in January of 2018. He was a parole officer I met on Plenty of Fish. He had a gun. At some point, I’ll publish what I wrote about the rape, but it’s raw, graphic, and horrifying.
At the time, I did not report the rape. I was living in Louisville, it was the same week I had sex with Married Man for the last time, and my life was in shambles. I was incredibly promiscuous. In fact, I slept with three men that same week, one of them being the rapist. I believed I had no credibility. I was not only promiscuous, but I was writing and publishing the details of my liaisons.
For four years, every time I heard about rape, or watched any type of depiction, I would have a massive emotional response followed by days, often weeks of severe depression. Finally, I got tired of being triggered so frequently and so often. I got tired of feeling like I wasn’t worth championing because of my lifestyle. I got tired of believing no one would take me seriously because I was a slut. Yep. Ugly words, there. But that’s what I believed. And it just wasn’t working for me anymore.
I looked up the statute of limitations on rape in Kentucky. There is none. So last January, I filed a police report.
Last I spoke with the detective, and it’s been several months, she told me the rapist had refused to speak with…
