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Brandon | 19 | Ohio | I like climbing

This is the rape joke:
My best friend was four years old the first time his father came into his room at midnight and tore out his throat. He still has days when I cannot hold him because the memory of a bleeding trachea haunts his doorway. He has not been home for the holidays in many years, but – even now – hands are seen as weapons.

This is the rape joke:
I have been told by more than twenty people that they have been raped. To all of them, I asked where the rapist was. From none of them, I heard ‘jail.’

This is the rape joke:
Once my brother told me that I was so ugly, I would be a virgin forever. Unless someone raped me. But even they wouldn’t come back for seconds.

This is the rape joke:
I believed him.

This is the rape joke:
I now look at every woman on the street and wonder if the space between her legs is a crime scene, surrounded by ripped caution tape. The statistics tell me that this is so common that I will never be in a room that does not contain a survivor. Not even if I am in that room alone.

This is the rape joke:
I was thirteen years old, and he was supposed to be just a friend.

This is the rape joke:
When his older brother came home, the boy pulled away. He wiped the tears from my face and said ‘we should do this again some time.’

This is the rape joke:
When I finally told my parents, they asked what I had been wearing.

This is the rape joke:
I had been wearing my innocence. My trust. I had worn the love I held for humanity and expected to be treated well. I had never been taught that I would be that girl, the one who keeps a mine of secrets between her legs – that girl was the slut. I wasn’t supposed to be breakable.
What had I been wearing? I wore the rape joke, then I became it.

This is the Rape Joke | d.a.s

After Lora Mathis’s poem “the Rape Joke

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unexplained-events:

Axe-Man

'John' who works at sea as a dockworker came into dry dock(which means it was locked up, water pumped out, and left high and dry on blocks) to carry out refit and repairs.

Next to the ship he worked on, was a military frigate being broken down for scrap and when all of it was done, she was left to her fate.

Once all the sensitive stuff had been removed, the dock workers were free to go on. The dock foreman, ‘John’ went on board first with a camera to take pictures of work areas. He took a couple of hundred all in all. The picture on top was one of the ones he took. The area where this picture was taken was in a cross alley way, deep inside the ship. He was going around with a torch and a camera. When he’d go to take a picture, he would turn off the torch (leaving him in total darkness) snap the shot, turn the torch back on and be on his way.

He had no idea who the man in the picture was(the only thing he knew was that he wasn’t one of the dockworkers), as there was supposed to be nobody on the ship. The bottom picture, which is a more cleaned up picture of the one on top shows that the man had an axe.

He doesn’t think it was a ghost, but a man with an axe seems a lot scarier anyway.

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One night
I will wake up at 3AM
and I won’t be missing you
because you will be right there,
laying next to me.
I will be waiting for that.

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