Sexual Assault and Rape

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Now I apologize about interrupting the semi-steady stream of fiction but I stumbled upon a post in my facebook news feed today. The title is what set me off, you can see it here. Now if you do not wish to read any further, and I do not blame you if you do not, I highly suggest you go and brush up on The Starry Heavens. If you would rather watch the video, which is quite good and does not vilify anyone and is represented by both men and women, from its source you can watch it here. My only problem, they say victim when most prefer the word survivor.

I vehemently disagree with the statement that men are these horrible monsters that constantly wish to rape women because of their extreme lusts, rape is always about power. This website is about women’s rights and so on, to allude that women are incapable of rape is a terrifying thought. This website marshals for Gender Equality but, to an extent, vilifies men.

Women can rape just as easily as men can but it is woefully under reported. All I have to say is to picture a rapist, that fictitious mythological image you hold in your mind. It is almost assured that that image is male and you are wrong, dreadfully wrong. A rapist can be anyone, male, female, third gender, or neuter. To think that a woman cannot rape someone is insanity, cut that thought from your mind.

Gender Equality is to make all of the genders equal, to do otherwise is to undermine the work people have done for years. There is evil in every single human heart. We all have the capacity to be a terrorist, a politician, a dictator, a rapist, and to commit genocide. We walk a thin silver thread. It is your choice.

A few sources of support for survivors are below. I have not had the chance to read though them extensively, yet, I hope to go though and update this list with some frequency. The higher it is on the list the more I’ve looked at it. You can always contact me though my email and my facebook fan page.

RAINN

After Silence

Pandora’s Project

Fire Reigns and Mercury Falls.

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The Twenty-First of Tal, Sixteen Seventy-Four

My Dearest Margret,

No doubt you’ve received my invitation to the festival but I have poor news. The festival will be put off until the Twenty-Fifth at the earliest. As you know part of the festival will include a ritual to one of their many fire spirits and, well, the Pagri claim that the spirit has been informed as to what the ritual entails and has been enraged. I believe that one of the Pagri became intoxicated and had taken leave of his senses. The tent they had constructed to house the spirit until the ritual caught fire. The flames danced across the town, most of it is superficial damage with the sole exception being where my assailant was being held and two sheep. I do hope the farmer will be reimbursed.

My feelings are still mixed on this fiasco. On one hand I am ecstatic that is he free, at least for the time being, and on the other I jump at every shadow now. I have given an order, a declaration, no servant is to enter a room without announcing their presence. While that does defeat the purpose of a servant, to be heard and not relatively invisible does for the most part assuage my fear.

I know his punishment, I had a panic attack last night during supper. A footman walked behind me at the table to refill someone’s drink, I know not who put possibly the caretaker Uncle has taken to having her for dinner the past few night. It was dark, nearly midnight since that is when Uncle likes to take supper, and he surprised me. I became hysterical, I went at the footman with a knife. Do not worry he is fine; Uncle tried to calm me or at least contain me but, I think I might have bit him. It seems it is very easy to fight off a Child of Venus.

Our physician was called to tend to me and he gave me an ampoule of an infusion of fleeting mercury. In a scant handful of moments since the quicksilver liquid touched my lips my limbs dropped like stone and I slumped onto the divan. It must have been a very strong infusion for I have had Fleeting Mercury before and I have some in the sideboard in my suite, it has never been that effective that quickly. It usually just slowly draws me into sleep.

I do not know if physician Folami has ever imbibed the drug at that strength but it did not drag me under. I could feel him undress me before the Lord Regent and examine me, slowly cataloging the bruises as he ghosted his fingers lower and lower. I wanted to scream or cry as he inspected me and proclaim no damages. Folami lingered for a time after I had been redressed, by one of the maids based off of the conversation and the handling. They spoke of the man’s punishment for a time before Uncle came to a decision. I do not know if I should see it as a form of divine retribution or some kind of cruel joke on the man.

Accept no missives of mine that do not bear my seal and sign, nor a trusted messenger. Erycina-Venus.

Fleeting Mercury - A quicksilver coloured drug that acts as a sedative slowly drawing the imbiber into sleep. In large quantities it paralyzes the body giving the impression of sleep while the imbiber is fully conscious and aware.

As I Declare, So Must It Be

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The Nineteenth of Tal, Sixteen Seventy-Four.

“As I declare, so must it be.” I have heard those words more times that I can count, nor would I wish to recount them all for I am assured it is well into the thousands. I am well acquainted with those words, that phrase, and one day I will use it. That is a declaration of a Noble Lord, their word is the word of the King, it is in essence sacrosanct. If one Greater Lord states that it takes a single day to walk the breadth of the kingdom then it is true. A shrewd and cunning lesser to such a Lord would merely say that they’d left their place of departure the day before as to not provoke their lord’s ire.

The caretaker of the Temple is a kind and well meaning woman which is the sole reason she has spoken with our Lord Regent. She informed him of the ‘altercation’ that took place in the temple. I have only seen him that angry once, when our cousin broke the chandelier and I have not seen her since. He himself inspected me, not a physician. Imagine my humiliation when I was requested to disrobe before him and the temple caretaker. That was a day ago, three days after the incident, and the bruises had blossomed. I was of a mind to keep it quiet and not to mention it. No one would have found out since I no longer have a maid who helps me dress or to draw my bath. Once Uncle saw the damage his fury was terrifying, he snapped his favorite pipe and bent the fire poker in his rage. Our Lord Regent has called for this man’s head.

A large number of Pagri have come to town over the last few days. They come to perform one of their rituals and Uncle has called for a festival to be held in the name of the Star-Born Deities. It is a small token of thanks to the caretaker and it allows the Pagri to worship their old gods without violating the treaty. I have asked if I might invite Margret to the festival and he looked at me with eyes so hollow I was terrified, I could have asked him for nearly anything and I believe he would have said yes.

The man was captured and has been detained, I do not know how he fairs nor what his punishment will be. What does it say that I am torn between wishing him to hang and wishing for him to be released, no harm was done but I may be forced to claim a touch and his life. I don’t know if I could bear that. If I was a different Child of Venus, if I was not nobility, I would’ve been absconded to a bower of others like me and I would be knowledgeable of their customs. I have no council, I am alone and unaided. I am afraid.

Because of the price on the man’s head it is now publicly know that I am a Child of Venus and Uncle has been swarmed with letters and telegrams proposing and asking my price. As if I could be bought, like a common cur. That is not to say that I do not have a price but I know for a fact that our dear Uncle is currently torn. Would he rather I wed to a noble above my rank, if so logically he would keep these lands and act as regent in my betrothed stead, or would he rather I wed one of an equal or lesser station? If the latter I would rule as lord beside my wedded love and Uncle would gain little in retrospect. It matters not on this issue, now that it is known that I am Venus-Born I am an even more attractive prize. And one would do well to not forget that our Lord Regent may wed me himself as it is his right.

This thrum of correspondence has made me curious, the men nine days hence who were here during my isolation. If it was unknown that I am Venus-Touched then who are those men? Why did they bide with Uncle?

Envoys bear perfumed letters dusted with poison, be careful whose correspondence you trust.