MY LIFE - MAY


Dave, the other white meat

Tuesday, May 21, 2002

I need to figure out what to do about some of the cats in this house using my bed as a personal litter box. It is something that I do not find particularly enjoyful (the smell of piss just doesn't do it for me) and it gets expensive having to wash my blankets and sheets over and over again. Short of covering my bed in plastic, there's not much I can do though.

I found out what was going on though a couple days ago when I walked downstairs and watched my mom's cat Lazarus decide to take a whiz on my blankets. I cleaned it up, didn't think anything of it (cats do things like that from time to time), and moved on.

Last night, I found another wet spot and two different areas where the cats decided that shitting on my bed would be fun too. So last night, I was basically left with three very small, thin blankets and pretty much shivered all night. Fun stuff it was not.

Now I'm not sure what I can do to get them to stop because they're doing it regardless of whether or not the litter boxes are clean. It's only two that I can tell that have done it, Simba and Lazarus. The other cats, including mine, haven't done it. This disturbs me because I do not find sleeping in a bed that's been personally watered a pleasant experience. It ranks up there with stepping in shit outside, then rolling around in it to complete the experience.

I need to figure something out soon. I'm not sleeping well because of this and I'm not pleasant to be around when I'm cranky. Not that I'm cranky today, but I'm just saying...


I read an article in a magazine the other day that deeply disturbed me. Now, as a refresher, I'll read any article in any magazine, regardless of what the magazine may be about. If I see something that catches my interest, I'll check it out. This article pretty jumped out at me and screamed "READ ME NOW!" at full shout.

The article was about a girl, who was 15, who had been a pretty good girl most of her life. She had dated guys for a while and had gone no further then letting a guy go up her shirt (those who've read the article will already know what I'm talking about). She had never gotten drunk before, never been into the party scene.

She got invited to a party and she agreed to go. She snuck out of her house (another first) and got into the car of two guys who were taking her there. Right there, I could see where this article was going and I didn't like it.

Anyway, she somehow got drunk at the party (drugs may or may not have been slipped in her drinks though) and found herself feeling sick. The two guys supposedly took her somewhere quiet and seemed to be taking care of her. She passed out next, then when she woke up, what was happening made me shake my head.

One of the guys was trying to have sex with her. She realized that both of them had their pants down, her pants were gone, and her shirt was pushed. She was getting raped by the two guys who had invited her. Then, she passed out again and when she woke up, all she wanted to do was go home. They didn't take her home though. No, after a stop (and her realization that she was bleeding badly), they took her to another private spot and forced her to go down on them, one of them ejaculating into her mouth.

The best part? They bragged about what had happened, saying that she had enjoyed it. This girl got raped, then she was portrayed as a slut basically by these two guys. Other girls would look at her dirty and occasionally start fights with her. This girl's life went to hell because these two guys couldn't keep their pants on.

There isn't too much that fills me up with rage, but shit like that does it for me. I can't even begin to imagine being able to force a girl to do anything that she didn't want to do, especially after she's been drunk and/or drugged up. It's pretty despisable if you ask me and any guy who does has no balls, contrary to his belief.

This girl made some bad decisions, yes, but rape is rape. No matter how you look at it, these guys are assholes for doing what they did. It's about as low as you can go as a human just do it, but then to brag about it?! I just don't understand it. What is to be so proud of forcing a girl into doing something she didn't want to do? How are you proud of that? What is it that makes a guy think that he's some big shit because of this?

It makes me crazy to try and figure it out. I'm trying to calm myself down, but I get so worked up over that. I want to personally smack every guy who's ever forced a girl into doing something like that, then I want that girl to kick him in his balls to make him feel as small as she did when it happened.

I don't anyone to think that it's the sex thing that gets me. No, anyone out there doing their thing with consent from whoever they're doing it with, that's fine. I'm happy for you. I don't have anything against sex or sexual activities. I just don't like to read about a girl being forced into something. Especially while drugged. That shit bugs me out.

I hope the two of them enjoy their stay in prison or detention or whatever it is they'll be doing. They have to live with the label of being a sexual predator, which to me, just isn't worth the fifteen minutes of pleasure.

Still, it burns me up. God bless any girl who's survived something like that. You've got my love.

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