had an interesting semi-conversation with one dumb cunt the other day.
no im not in a polite,’ lets explain this shit ‘, place atm.
it is what it is.
dumb cunt insinuates / suggests i not sit around all day and dwell on being raped.
*huge dramatic pause, in which time i’m praying sweet geezus please dont let me beat this cunts head in …*
as i gathered the frills of my pantaloons up into a tight wad and braced them under the elastic …
i calmed my tone … yes, in my face & in my voice.
staring directly into the eyeballs of said dumb cunt … i say:
“contrary to your belief, one does not ‘sit around’ pondering on being sexually assaulted. ever. & if you had’ve done your homework or even listened to a fraction of what we have discussed in the past, then you would understand that the essence of pts(d) that makes it pts(d), is that it is marked with what are duly named ‘flashbacks’. no, that is not my choice of word. but if you had’ve googled that years ago when we had a very similar conversation like this one and i gave you grace because, like myself, it was all relatively new information … if you had’ve googled back then, then you would have noted that said flashbacks are memories, not of the reminisce over a spot of tea variety, but of the sharp jolting knee to the groin kind, brought on by anything that reminds your senses of a traumatic event, and by sheer cruelty, your senses, body and mind, are all shot back to that actual event, where you get to relive every little sensation your body or mind wishes you to relive. it isn’t just a remembering, it is a reliving. it happens anytime @ anything; anywhere. there is no need to sit around just pondering on rape. no. pts(d) ensures the joy of being sucker punched back there any old time.”
then i stop talking and just stare at said dumb cunt.
said dumb cunt does not respond. instead, stares blankly at the floor.
kpm ©