Tuesday, November 9, 2010

I'm tired.

I'm tired of hearing new stories of women being raped. I apologize for that use of passive voice--instead, let's be very clear. I am tired of rapists raping. Raping people I know and care about, raping those my friends and family care about, those other people know and care for.

I'm glad to be someone my friends feel comfortable telling. I never, ever, want them to not tell me for fear I don't want to hear them. I want to be here to hear. I am here.

I wish, though, that there weren't two new stories to hear in this week alone. I don't want to be here. In this world, this is here. I don't like it here.