for a class, i have built a website that examines the stories of sexual assault victims who are male. i hope to bring attention to the issue, as i feel that many male victims are disregarded or discredited based on their gender.
I NEED YOUR HELP.
please go interact with my site, leave comments or questions on the photo journal or in the guest book. the more interaction i receive, the more attention this will gain and the better grade i’ll get.
i’ve done my part, and given these men an opportunity to share their stories; now i just need an audience to listen.
how sad is it? i’ve had a million guys walk through my door and i let them back out with no hesitation. i’ve never broken a sweat for a guy. with you it’s different. because i am sad and pathetic, and embarrassed to say i still think about you. i still play back everything in my head. i still daydream about you coming up my driveway and saying sorry and everything is back to the way it was.
i still think about the first time i shook your hand, the drink you made for me, the way you always held my hand when i was too drunk, the bottle of whiskey you brought for me (you said you could tell i was a whiskey girl), the way you spoke to my roommates, the way they looked at you with hopeful eyes. maybe this was the end for me. maybe, they thought, this was where i would turn around.
but now we all know you’re not going to show up. i know you’re not going to give me that satisfaction.
there’s that really sad, desperate part of me, though, that still hopes you will. i still hope that everything you’ve said and done was not all just a game. i still hold onto the hope that you actually and sincerely liked me.
i opened up to you, the first person i’ve let in in months. and you took that, and threw it right in my face.