I’ve always been bad at introductions.

I’ll start with two very necessary words that I don’t particularly like: trigger warning.

(Fuck that phrase, seriously. But I’m covering my bases here.)

Always. I do not enjoy being needlessly graphic.

But this is not something I will talk about in euphemisms.

I am a rape victim survivor. Apparently, in these circles, victim is a dirty word, so there we go. I am a rape survivor.

This is about the non-politically-correct side of that.

This is about the side of that which neither your mother, your sister, your best friend, or that quiet girl who rides your bus will ever admit to you.

This is about the ugly, angry, unhealed side of that.

And that is why this is so important.