Sexual Abuse?
We have just celebrated yet another anniversary and it’s been quite delightful in that crazy off road kind of way that is often hard to put into words. A bit funny, people asked what we were going to do for our anniversary and we’re like, Well, we’re going to hang out together. Needless to say, that’s not very helpful information! We had a lovely lunch and good conversation with some random strangers, so that was pretty neat and unexpected. Our kids took us out to dinner, so that was really nice. We went hiking and bike riding.
And my husband nearly took down a small gaggle of protesters we were forced to pass by so that was a disturbing event. We swiftly went from me pleading with him not to engage, to him pleading with me not to jump out of the car and start a genuine melee…..
We’ve now spent four days hanging out together and I am absolutely exhausted.
Anyway, I’m not sure when protests got so pornographic, but there were sex toys being waggled at passerbyes, posters with male genitalia drawn on them, and the usual signs saying “Trump is a pedophile,” “Trump is a rapist,” blah, blah. Also the people were screaming “pervert,” “pedophile,” “rapist,” and of course the “F-word.” It was pretty crude, vile, and graphic and to make matters worse they were gathered on the courthouse lawn.
Absolutely unacceptable to host something like that on a courthouse lawn. I’m all for free speech but there are some exceptions for human decency in public places. Given how the county seat of government apparently rolled out the red carpet for these people, I probably don’t need to explain why the law is not an option and why any pushback or resistance would probably be perceived as a criminal act.
I’m a bit slow on the uptake sometimes, but at that moment I actually had the thought, wow, this is actually sexual abuse. We didn’t have any kids with us, thank goodness, but if we had, I would have had to cover their eyes and ears. I was embarrassed and creeped out. It felt really sleezy. And it felt like sexual abuse because they were screaming “shame, shame, shame” at us while waving this phallic imagery. To make matters worse, we were trapped, stuck in traffic, unable to get away.
Yes, I was triggered and went right into fight mode because flight wasn’t even an option. So, grossed out, slimed, and trapped. Then they started chanting “sluts, sluts, sluts.” So there I was forced to endure all this slut shaming verbiage from the so called “anti slut shamers.” Bizarre.
In a normal world, I would write a letter to the county commissioners and explain that we were genuinely psychologically, emotionally, and verbally sexually abused by a protest activity that apparently they condoned. And if I were rich, I’d hire a dozen lawyers and sue the crap out of them for enabling, condoning, and promoting, sexual abuse.
Alas, I haven’t got that kind of power so the best I can do is fire off a little rant that will perhaps encourage others to recognize this for what it is, genuine sexual abuse, behavior that would never be tolerated in a workplace or even in a low class, dive bar, on the wrong side of town.
Needless to say, these are not the good guys.
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