Writing Letters: Jason Mraz.

[logansrogue]

Dear Jason Mraz,

http://freshnessfactorfivethousand.blogspot.com/2009/12/from-sao-paulo-to-paris.html

This is your blog post.

Rape is someone you trusted slowly twisting before your eyes into someone who is trying to take something from you. Rape is that "friend" shaking, trying to control himself, dripping with guilt but touching you anyway, and your mind is screaming out but you're too afraid to move, too afraid to make a noise, and every second you're praying that someone in the house walks in. Rape is your cat checking on you with big, large, worried eyes while he (the rapist) violates you, and weeks afterwards, some primal part of your mind wants to dash her head against a wall because those big, large eyes take you back to the moment that the rapist took your innocence and sweetness away, and you can't stand that anymore.

Rape is that moment where he goes too fair, and you stare at the ceiling and wonder, "Is this what it's like? Is this really happening?" A quiet moment of fugue where you are floating, still, in a moment of shock, and when you turn around you view the abject horror of your personhood being ripped away from you. It's a yawning chasm in your soul. It is black, it is fear, it is the darkest thing a person can ever know.

Rape is the moment of sheer panic that follows, the struggle, the fight. I was lucky enough to win that fight. I was lucky enough to pull away, to save myself. I don't know why. I still don't know. The ladies at the rape centre said it was brave and strong of me. I still don't feel brave and strong. I feel lucky that my rapist was a coward.

Rape is all those things and more.

Rape is not "Je taime". It is not "Bien!" or "Bienvenue!" It is not any word in French (other than the French word for "Rape" perhaps).

It is not Paris, not espresso, not the Eiffel fucking Tower.

Rape is rape and nothing else. Do not ever forget that.

Yours,
Random Internet Observer.

(x-posted to comments section of Shakesville and Mraz's blog).

Comments

[logansrogue.livejournal.com]

Thanks, darling. I don't know if he'll ever read that. I don't even know if the message would get through, but if it makes one person stop before they use rape as a metaphor, then it's not for nothing.