I have that fantasy of beating the shit out of my rapist. Alas...I don't know where he lives, and I've never quite been able to bring myself to cross the line from Internet stalking to real life in order to find out.

For your own good, it's probably best those fantasies remain fantasies. You don't have to read a whole lot of news to realize the woman in that story got lucky; I think cops usually take less kindly to violent revenge than they do to violent rape.

Meanwhile, I am so fucking sorry that you "have" a rapist in the first place.

Mm, well, that's one of a few reasons I've never pursued it. I can't even smoke a joint in a public place at midnight without being worried about being caught by the police - I'm so not a badass ;)

And - thanks.

You should get together to commiserate with my baby brother! He got ticketed for jay-walking Spadina just south of College at around 3:00 o'clock in the morning.

Edited at 2016-05-24 01:26 am (UTC)