Yesterday, we crossed paths. I recognized you immediately. Ever since you registered as a sex offender two years ago (I guess you finally got caught), I have been checking on when you get out of jail and where you move. I studied your photo. You’ve changed a lot in the last 14 years: Your face is more pockmarked and your frame is thinner. But your eyes are the same: soulless, empty, and black.
You didn’t even recognize me! I stared at you as you walked across the street holding your daughter (monsters like you shouldn’t have children). I couldn’t believe this was happening. What the fuck are you doing in my neighborhood? I wanted to run and hide, but I knew if I did I would never forgive myself.
I’m no longer the girl you raped. I’ve grown up. I’m 28 now, and I’m not scared of you anymore. I followed you to the bus stop; I wanted to make a scene. I wanted to scream to everyone there that this is the guy who raped me when I was a 14-year-old virgin. But I didn’t. I stood six feet from you and watched you. I watched you with my right hand wrapped around the handle of my Ruger SP101, and it felt fucking awesome. I played God for 60 seconds. I could have ended your life so easily—any one of those .357 hollow points could have done the trick—but then the bus pulled up, and you and your daughter got on. 
Seeing the messages from scared women walking around with guns on here is SCARIER than the thought of sex offenders. You are adding to societies problems, not making yourself safer.
Fake, real, whatever. If it happened or even if it HAD happened, anon made the right choice not shooting him dead where he stood. He did a thing which is monstrous beyond measure. He put into the world a ridiculous amount of evil, enough bad karma to choke a busload of Hindus and Buddhists, but the one thing he does not deserve is to have his daughter traumatized in an even more evil fashion right in front of her. That would make this week’s anon so much more evil than her rapist, it wouldn’t even be funny (hint hint: it never would be funny, not ever).
A rapist is disgusting, always. But a murderer who kills a man holding his daughter makes me want to retch. Good going for not shooting him, or for making up a fairly interesting piece to respond to, anon.
you know i was just thinkin , it was probly the best sex she ever had . shes probly been comparing every fuck shes had since then to him. she doesn’t want to kill him , she wants to fuck him again and shes jealous !
Rapists: Hide your kids, hide your wives, and hide your husband cuz your victims are shootin’ errbody out here.
You should have killed him when you had the chance.
So, according to your chronology, you were both kids, right?
@ #6 and #9: What reactionary bullshit. God forbid… you people are morons.
What I loved most about this post was the “Women Seeking Men” post and pic under the LustLab advertisement.
Delicious cognative dissonance!
@ #6 and #9: What a reaction to a perceived slight. Go fnck yourselves.
The best part of this was the “Woman seeks man” ad and pic under LustLab.
Hmmm…
I have a .357, 6″ barrel, nickel–plated. I asked a police officer I know about the ammo for it. He said to go to a gun shop and have them reverse two hollow point slugs. Then, use those two, followed by two regular hollow points, and two regular full jacket bullets, for the six bullet rotation.
By reversing the hollow point, it makes a concave front, not unlike a “dum-dum” bullet.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Expanding_b…
The gun shop owner told me that as soon as it left the gun, that bullet would start to tumble under very high speed. It would make a hole about the size of a dime going in, and a hole about the size of an individual small cheese pizza on exit.
More important, if I missed the target, that reversed bullet would shatter on impact with any window, etc. A regular .357 bullet could go for a few blocks and through houses, etc. before coming to a stop.
I finally stopped carrying the weapon when I came real close to using it one day, on an overly aggressive panhandler in downtown Seattle, less than a block from the courthouse.
After he became aggressive in his demand for money; and threatened me, instead of shooting him, I told him that I did not have any spare change, but that I did have some Dr. Pepper.
That is the street name for pepper spray. As soon as I put my hand in my pocket, that made him take off in the opposite direction.
More than likely, that saved me from going to prison.
Fake.
And it matters, at least to whatever extent that this column matters. If she actually is a rape victim spinning a revenge fantasy, why not just put it out there that way? She deserves her daydreams, just like anyone else.
Good for you Anon. As sweet as blowing him away would have been, a lifetime in prison would not have been so sweet.
Hey I, Anon…I’m sorry that happened to you all those years ago. I am glad you didn’t give in to your revenge fantasy, I am sure it would not have been nearly as satisfying (and the prison time would probably be a bummer too.)
Do me ( and probably quite a few others) a favor though, if you ever meet that dumbfuck commenter THE ERIC CARTMAN on the street, holding a child or not, please DON’T hold back.
fake
just because she’s a good writer, guys, doesn’t mean it’s fake. lay off.