Mama always told me to save myself for marriage.
For your one true love;
The person you’ll spend the rest of your life with.
Pops always told me to find true happiness in someone.
With that one special someone;
Someone who would make me whole.
Growing up; sex was sacred, forbidden, disgusting and oh so mysterious.
Growing up; rape was unheard of, unspoken of, behind closed doors, and oh so distant.
Mama never told me that there are 50 Shades of Rape.
Media never told me that- according to contrary belief-
Rape is not black and white.
Rape is not a vulnerable woman walking down a dark alley at night.
Rape is not a representation of being weak.
Rape is not a male stranger clothed in black hiding behind a dumpster in said dark alley
Preying on his next victim.
Rape is not controversial.
Rape is not a culture.
Rape is not confined to any extreme.
Rape is not confined for it holds
No boundaries.
curiosity killed the cat 