Were you drunk?

I definitely have some kind of alcoholic tendencies and everyone who knows me well knows that I love my booze. In fact, today at a social someone confiscated and binned my second glass of red wine because yesterday I was possibly having alcohol withdrawal symptoms. I had done three days with no alcohol, day one … Continue reading Were you drunk?

Literal shit storm

In April or May of 2016 Myra had quite a few of parties and although she didn't drink alcohol a lot of her guests did. The reason I knew this is because I kept getting put on bin duty and the glass recycling was always overflowing after her parties. Normally the guests weren't too bad … Continue reading Literal shit storm

Life in the house post-rape

After I was attacked I didn't really have the option to move out. I had little to no money and still hadn't paid off my deposit on the room. I hadn't even been living there for a month before this happened. The housemates weren't aware but even so it wasn't easy to live with them. … Continue reading Life in the house post-rape

Myra

Myra was the first person I met upon moving into the shared house. She came out to open the gate while I was waiting for Mrs Leroy to arrive. She invited me in and let me sit in the communal area. At first, Myra was incredibly friendly. She was between the ages of 25 and … Continue reading Myra

First blame

I had an English friend who also lived in the suburbs between my town and Paris. He's probably in his 50s, his wife is somewhere in her 30s. They're mostly nice by he strikes me as somewhat shallow. When I was attacked I thought I could talk to him. I half hoped that because he … Continue reading First blame

Slut-shaming

A key that opens many locks is a master-key; a lock that gets opened by many keys is a shitty lock. - Glaswegian proverb. I didn't know what slut-shaming was until a few days ago. I had heard the term used but I hadn't put thought into what it meant or why it was being … Continue reading Slut-shaming

Emily

Emily lived in the room on the left-hand side of the hallway on the same floor as I did, her room was next to the kitchen and mine was diagonally opposite. She was 19, French and an architecture student at a suburban university. She had light brown hair, down to her shoulders, fair skin and … Continue reading Emily