hausboy
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I guess I agree with both sides of the argument.....don't blame the victim, but don't make it easy for the assailant, either... Sidebar story: The first scare I ever truly had, I was 19. I wore a denim cutoff vest with heavy metal patches, studs etc., chains, boots, jeans, tee--and I had long heavy metal hair...you get the picture...I was walking in daylight back from the record store and a car pulled up alongside me (as they often did) and yelled "Hey...are you a boy or a girl??!!" (as they often did). And...as *I*often did, I flipped them the bird, said "fuck you" and continued on my way. Unlike all those previous times, they did a u-turn at the end of the parking lot, threw the car in park, and two rather big guys charged out of their car, full throttle, right at me. I knew it was one fight I wasn't going to win....swallowed my pride and ran as fast as I could. Across the lot, up a small embankment, across a second lot and decided that running into traffic and taking those chances would be better than what was going to happen to me if they caught up. I saw a group of people, including a woman pushing a stroller across the street, standing near a phone booth (remember those?). I remember the tires screeching...and I went up slightly on the hood of the car as it stopped, rolled off ... still screaming "call the police call the police". When the mother w/stroller grabbed the phone in the booth, my would-be attackers backed off, got back in their car. Now a small group gathered because of the scene this all caused--I vividly remember one grabbing her child and clutching the kid close to her, they were clearly scared of me, unaware of what was chasing me. I bolted the rest of the way home, as a small group of teenage boys jeered at me as I ran past. I didn't bother to stop and flip them off too.... It shattered my little bubble that I had been living in---that world in my head where nothing bad would ever happen to me--and I made a promise to myself. I wasn't going to compromise and change my looks--but I wasn't going to go to certain places alone ever again. I wasn't going to do things to provoke my attackers (my appearance was enough...) and I wasn't going to ever let my guard down again. That day was my warning shot, and it prepared me for a lot worse in the days/years to come. Having that awareness of the streets, and the dangers on them, I truly believe saved my life as I no longer had a false sense of security. Violet received a warning shot of what is out there. To me, it's only her fault if she decides to ignore what happened and not learn from it.
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