Before you go ahead further and read this real-life incident, please make sure you are comfortable. The incident narrates the haunting tale of rape. of Male Rape. As you decide to read the incident, and support the rape-victim, reconnect with your own strength and power. Feel completely safe now as you go ahead and read about the Incident. “Anupam and I had been friends since three years when this incident happened.
No offence but it is that wretched time of the year again. There are only three times in a year when I feel like being in a relationship. One: On Valentine’s Day. Two: On my birthday. And Three: well, all of the winters actually. Okay, before you begin to read between the lines, please know that I know – perhaps better than most around me that other people are not medicines. I will not let a person in, hoping against hope it will be an antidote to my depression and melancholy. I will not use a body, just because I am lonely and in a position to use somebody.
ISN’T VALENTINE’S WEEK THE HARDEST OF SOLITARY WANDERERS? AS YOU EASE YOURSELF INTO READING THIS POST, WE SUGGEST YOU MAY JUST SURRENDER COMFORTABLY NOW. ENJOY THIS BI-LINGUAL POST IN WHICH THE NARRATOR RETURNS HOME TO EMPTINESS AND FINALLY STRIKES A CONVERSATION WITH OUR ONE TRUE COMPANION, LIFE IN ITSELF.
Song in Loop: My Silver Lining – First Aid Kit I want to write a story. About lust. I know you don’t belong to me. I know you know where your home is and it is not in me. I, I am the temporary refuge. And as you finally drop your filters, perhaps with whiskey kicking in and rest your head nonchalantly on my chest, telling me more about your depression, I know I am just a refuge for you.
Do You Know About Triggers? I have decided to write this as a break from making up my mind, to write about another experience of my Child Sexual Abuse. The word 'TRIGGER' It sounds exactly like it is. Makes you freeze and then you die, for some time though. Do you know I carry this heaviness with me 24x7, since the time it has happened! It feels like a dark suffocating ghostly load on my upper back. With claws to dig in my skin. My skin that feels things.
