You know what I was wearing that night in college when that happened? Sweatpants and a hoodie, nothing provocative, not that that would make a difference. I was with it enough and told him NO so many times. I don’t think I was raped but I was assaulted. He was in a frat, so cliché. I went to the dean with the help of a good friend but I didn’t pursue it out of embarrassment. Shame. I also was taken to the rape center in Santa Monica by that same friend.

I hope that fucked up piece of shit gets dick and ass cancer and lives to suffer through it. I’m late to the #metoo movement but better late than never. Oh, and I failed my German lit midterm 2 days later. Fucking asshole.

–the violet zoo