rape...

What the hell is up with a society that somehow implores that if you're female, you're going to get raped?! I'm on the phone with one of my friends who got raped last night, and am busy giving what advice I can. (my experience in the area was getting raped at Love Parade in Berlin a few years back...)

Erg. Oh well, I gave her a few pointers and things that she can do... judging by her responses about how the cops don't care tell me that she's avoiding telling them, but beyond that, there isn't much I can do. Oh well. She means well, I suppose, and yes, it doth suck getting raped. Except at Love Parade where that's part of the point (you can't rape the willing, but you can rape the unknowing). I was raped somewhere between when I blacked out and passed out. At least I had friends looking out for me:

Me: Ugnnn. My head hurts. Hell, my whole body hurts. What happened last night?
Friend: Dude! You shoulda seen you last night! Holy s**t!
Me: What? What happened?
Friend: You (expletive deleted) these four hot (expletive deleted) bitches!
Me: *ears perk up* Was I wearing protection?
Friend: Umm... no. But that's ok though 'cause they were hooooot.
Me: Hmm. Yeah. Sounds (expletive deleted) great. Get me some water, an asprin and shut the (expletive deleted) up. Oh, did I like it?
Friend: Dude, you were a roman candle.