SG94 Posted:

Be a cool person with a cool klan and invite a lot of people?

where did all these people come from

not implying anything bad, just wondering how you knew them

Tesfan Posted:

where did all these people come from

not implying anything bad, just wondering how you knew them

Needed something to do while waiting for the HIV Dead Babies klan to get started up

Simon Groothuizen Posted:

Probably a good idea to bump this.

When I was 20 years old, I was raped.

I was at a bar with friends, and I noticed an attractive guy smiling at me. Just some random metal kid. My friends left, but I decided to go talk to him, since I was already fairly drunk. He seemed really cool, and eventually we ended up hanging out with his friends at another bar.

We drank a lot, and they dropped the boy and I at my apartment. We made out for a while, eventually I was topless, but I still had my skirt and underwear on.

He started to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. I tell him to stop. He pins one of my legs down with his leg and starts clawing at my panties, pulling them aside. I ask him to stop.

I try fighting back, but he is bigger than I am. I can feel him pushing himself inside me, as I struggle and push back to no avail. I keep repeating “No” as he violates me. I can’t fight him off because he is bigger and stronger than I am.

What seemed like forever was only a few minutes. He strikes a deal; I am to fellate him and he will get off of me. I accept, scared and wanting the situation to be over.

I take him in my mouth, crying, and it is over in a minute. I roll over and pretend to sleep, but sleep will never come because I am afraid he will touch me again.

I reason that I did what I had to do; I saved myself from being raped.

The next morning, we don’t talk. I walk him to the train station. I meet my girlfriends out for lunch.

It wasn’t until years later that I realize the joke was on me; not only did I not prevent myself from being raped, but I helped him violate me. It was devastating.

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This is a very difficult post for me to make. I haven’t told anybody but my mother about what happened, and she said it was my own fault because I brought him home with me. Log in to see images!