wordweaverlynn referenced misia and her post about sexual assault.

“I wondered for a moment what it would look like if just for one day, everyone who had survived sexual violence were visible as a survivor, if we could actually see the extent of it, if we could all know just how very not-alone we are. I wondered how angry and sad it would make me to know. I wondered how much power there might be in the truth.”

“This is about being public in regard to something that is normally kept a very big, very dark secret, thus ensuring that we can all pretend that This Sort Of Thing Doesn’t Happen To People Like You And Me.

It does happen to people like you and me. Trust me, I know.”

I’m a survivor of sexual violence.
No Pity. No Shame. No Silence.

If all the young laddies were linguists most cunning,
We would have fun with all of the punning…

Hey, since I have been asked by so many burgeoning pervs up in Davis… fine! I’ll come teach you guys too! Geez….. (wow this attention is sweet!) Lalu ya’ll!!

Poll for Davis people…

Wow was this weekend amazing. Amazingly good and amazingly bad. Mostly good. Almost entirely good. The bad was so rare (though spectacular) that I have decided to dub this a fan-fucking-tastic weekend. Yay me!

What happened you might ask? Well….

I went to the Italian Faire. What is that? Oh, It’s a Renaissance Faire with a slightly different name. I understand that there was actually some sort of plot and back-story around why it was in Italy, but realistically I didn’t know anything about it and I just did my thing. *smile and nod* I worked my very first faire this weekend! It was both cooler than I thought it would be while living up to every expectation I had for the experience. The drive up sucked monkeys through a straw though.

It took me six and a half hours Coming home took me two. This is a big clue for you readers that it should not have fucking taken so long. *sigh* Ok, I’m getting ahead of myself again. Telling a story chronologically is not a strong suit of mine. And I walked in tonight and Tom handed me a bunch of vodka to “taste.” Yeah. Right. Uhm, so I’m kinda fuzzy anyway. Yeah.
Beginning of story.