Open letter from a date rape drug to women
Dear foolish lady,
Allow me to introduce myself. I am so easily available, just like your consent is - or isn’t. You can buy me anywhere at the nearest chemist's store. And for a little extra money, the bill will also magically disappear. I am peddled around at parties like hors d'oeuvres. If people have their way, I’ll find my way into more than one woman’s drink, on the nights I make my special appearances. I leave no side-effects. Unless of course you count rape as a side-effect. Anyway that’s what rape is viewed as - a side-effect of YOUR actions.
When I am feeling lucky, a lot of women aren’t.
And that, my friend, is where you come in. I remember you so clearly from the other night. You were standing there, all happy and excited about the night that lay ahead of you. Little did you know that that one drink will change your perception of socialising forever.
It’s funny that you even thought you had the right to go out and have fun. Shame on you for ever thinking that you can step out.
I mean, what is the matter with you?
Who are you to assume that you can just lose all abandon and act normal? Do the words ‘be normal’ even exist for you? Look at yourself. You are an object to be scrutinised and used at anyone’s whim and fancy - have you learnt nothing at all?
Sure, you can go out with ‘the girls’ - I mean your perception of safety is laughable and questionable. The ‘girls’ are protecting YOU? Your common sense has dissolved. Just like I have, in the drink you left unsupervised during the five seconds you took to retrieve your wallet from the floor.
What happened to you after that is your fault, obviously. In the event of all the rapes that have occurred just in the past two months, one would have thought that being cautious is the only way to live. You had to act fearless and up the ante on the risk factor. You’re going to a party with strange men around - it’s like you’re asking disaster to RSVP at you.
The horror of having a strange man lay claim to your body, to do with your body as he pleases, to drug you into submission and leave you helpless - it’s the price you pay for thinking that it’s completely okay TO BE YOU. You don’t go out girl, that’s more like it.
Well, there’s only so much anyone can say I guess. Perhaps the next time you do decide to venture out, try keeping your hands to yourself. You know, not wrapped around a glass, for instance. Then maybe, just maybe, you won’t wake up on the wrong side of the bed, absolutely no pun intended.
Menacingly Yours,
A date rape drug.
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