I think our mistake is this image we are projecting that rapists are monsters. They don’t look like monsters. They look a lot like friends. Family. Cousins. Brothers. Fathers. Uncles. Mothers. Strangers at a bar. Neighbors. Men. Women. Teenagers. Young adults. Old men. College roommates.
They don’t look like rapists.
It sounds a lot like her body said yes. Her eyes said yes. We were drunk. I was drunk. She was drunk. She didn’t say no. My buddies and I got carried away. I thought she was awake. He didn’t stop me. She owed me.
Monsters are mythical creatures, rapists are human.
Every Sunday I tried to post updates since I succeed in camping the doorstep of the world during a 110 day road trip around the USA; The Roadside Bears blog was then brought head first into the internet world (changed to ashleekarin.wordpress.com). Included are the details of our adventures and how we are doing, as well as tips on how we made a road trip around the USA happen.
It’s important to pursue your dreams to the end, even if you end up with nothing. After all, you only have one life to live; go big or go home.
Join me vicariously through this blog – AshleeKarin.wordpress.com – and experience the adventure of my life. Viewer discretion is advised, as you will most likely witness a very hungry person freezing as they sleep in their car.
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XoxO (big kiss little hug little kiss big hug ),
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