[Blue-Eyes White Dragon]

Rape isn’t fatal.

So imagine my indignation when I saw a chat called “Rape Survivors.” Is this supposed to impress me? Someone fucked you when you didn’t want to be fucked and you’re amazed that you survived? Unless he used a chainsaw rather than his dick, then what’s the big deal?

I don’t mean to be horrendously offensive and insensitive here, but everyone survives rape. Some women are killed afterwards, but that’s murder, not rape. To say that you’re a rape survivor is as meaningless as saying you’re a jury duty survivor, or a divorce survivor. Lots of things in life suck—that doesn’t mean we survived them.

The word survivor applies to people alive after going off to war, or those who have been stabbed three or four times, or even mauled by rabid wolverines... not to a woman who gets dick when she doesn’t want it. Just because you got raped, you think you have to rape the English language? What vindictive bitches!

Also, don’t you ever get tired of being the victim? How many relationships are you going to blame on a single violation of your personal space? I’m not making light of it. I know it’s damaging, a reminder of your powerlessness against the world—but it should be a wake-up call. We are powerless against the forces of fate, or chance. We’re all on different paths, but they lead to the same place.

Life leaves no survivors.