posted by [identity profile] realinterrobang.livejournal.com at 06:52pm on 2004-08-03
You probably saw my reply to your post, which talked about my friend Terry. Didn't mention the time at a friend's party when I clouted a guy in the shoulder for thinking it was an amusing drunken prank to stick his hand between my legs from the rear (I was playing pool) and sort of twiddle his fingers in my crotch. (It might have been an "amusing drunken prank" if he'd been someone with whom I was going out and had been sleeping with, and I can actually see a couple of my exes doing something like that completely non-maliciously -- and myself finding it amusing, if not actually outright funny -- but this guy in particular was a random friend of a friend, and not someone I knew except peripherally because of a Venn-diagram-like overlap in our social circles.)

It doesn't really prey on my mind at all, except for occasionally *still* pissing me off, almost a decade later. After all, I did sock the guy so hard he not only got the point, but he probably had relief images of my rings tattooed into his shoulders for a week. And no, I'm not going to apologise for hitting him. --wicked grin--
 
posted by [identity profile] aliza250.livejournal.com at 12:28am on 2004-08-04
2 in the afternoon, I was walking up the steps of my dorm at U.Md., two drunk guys grab me and one of them tries to kiss me. My instinctive reaction was to go for his eyes with my long sharp fingernails. He yelled, and they let go and ran away.

For some reason that incident did not provoke fear, shame, or silence in me, perhaps because I so clearly "won" the encounter, perhaps because it was completely obvious to me that it was Not My Fault.

The other 2 incidents were more unpleasant.

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