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Today, my daughter, Ciara, is 10. I am taking her out later and she will have a good time.
I look at her and I see the love and trust in her eyes.
Her innocent hugs are something that men would not understand unless they have fathered a little girl.
My days are long, sometimes going until 11pm. In recent years, she has been insisting I come early as I have been given the task of cutting her birthday cake. I jealously guard the moments and dare not be late for those annual dates.
I cannot but help but think often now of the lengths that I would go to protect my family.
In recent times, discussions of sex would be become topic that is normal in a home with the two siblings who are 10 and 12.
I try not to blink and would pretend that is a conversation that happens every day with my little ones.
Inside, my conservative nature would rebel at their questioning eyes. It is a battle staying cool. You are the daddy. You know everything.
They know about not venturing alone to the toilets at school and about what constitutes an inappropriate touch.
I could not sleep Friday morning and started work at about 4:30am.
I briefly scrolled through Facebook page and saw bandits had carried out a home invasion on the parents of a media worker. I am glad they are okay.
Then I stumbled across Melly Mel’s page.
For the past few days, Melissa ‘Melly Mel’ Atwell, a social media activist and talk show host, has been raising the issue of rape.
She has been aggressive on the social circuits on hot-button, taboo issues, a welcome deviation from the safe topics we have become accustomed to.
As I write on an early Friday morning, her page has 60 “true stories” of Guyana women and men who detail experiences that have left permanent scars. The shares and the comments are clear evidence that the issue has hit a nerve.
I felt scarred after reading a number of those accounts.
A relationship is a beautiful thing once it is between consenting adults.
The law is very clear. Once you are with someone enjoying the moment, if they attempt to push you away and say no, and yet you proceed, then it is rape.
Imagine if that kid is a little girl or boy who lives with relatives because their parents are dead or live overseas. Who do they complain to? Do they know that they are victims and rape is a such an abominable sin and crime?
On Mel’s page, and if you want details go read them yourselves, the accounts of the victims are heartrending and beyond believable. I stopped after a little while.
Who are these monsters that would desecrate little boys and girls?
One cadet spoke of being raped by two colleagues during her training in the army.
Fathers, step-fathers, step-brothers, cousins, boyfriends. The stories on Mel’s page by victims are a bulls-horn in the middle of a quiet Catholic church.
Yes, they all happened in Guyana.
There is a case of a young man who recounted his first sexual encounter with his cousin. She was a protector who insisted that the two sleep on one bed. An innocent enough gesture. She later denied the episodes occurred.
A number of the women, now grown up, have never recovered, and have been broken with suicidal thoughts and sleeping around, a manifestation of the abuse.
The stories would point to a society where enough support mechanisms are not in place and of a people who have low tolerance of any disclosures of sexual abuse of a minor.
Cases are swept under the carpet with families ashamed and unwilling to pursue to the end.
Wives, covering up years of abuse, tell of trust issues with husbands.
One woman told of being raped by masked men and then later suffering from relationship issues.
I don’t want to continue to dwell on details of these stories of women who tell on being made to sit on the lap of a big man and being threatened of being thrown out on the streets if they dared talk.
How does a child deal with being beaten or parents separated if details of a rape emerge?
In the news this past week, it has been reported that the High Court will deal with several sex assault cases with the majority involving children.
In fact, the figures would show that just 150 sexual cases are listed for the next court sessions.
The cases involving children are 115.
What manner of people are we?
I have been seeing increasing reports of incest and rapes in the hinterlands.
Like suicide, we appear to have a major problem on our hands.
I have a close relative who account two cases of forced sex and it has led to severe trust issues with her husband. She would check his body, smell his clothes and even question his phone calls.
Rape is one that has far-reaching impact.
I saw comments where Mel’s exposure was lauded as being the single act of the year that has brought rape to the fore, eclipsing the efforts of the authorities which have millions of dollars at their disposals but are failing to bring such awareness.
These hard-hitting accounts are not fictional stories. They are as real as we can get.
The victim is the man next to you, the woman who goes to your church or the parent of your son’s classmate.
We have many priorities to handle in this country.
From poor infrastructure and pay to accountability, transparency and corruption.
As we move forward with oil and a different direction for Guyana, we have to continuously pay attention to stories of the silent people who are now fighting back.
We are with you. If you know someone who is being abused or you are being abused, tell someone. Tell mom, tell dad. Tell a neighbour or the teacher. It is not okay.
The sad reality is that the criminals who carry out these despicable attacks are mainly persons close to the victims.
The efforts of the messengers like Melly Mel should not be taken lightly.
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My (So) Bad for March 10, 2008 By Audrey Fine PUBLISHED: Mar 10, 2008
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"One day I was at the bus stop alone with this supercute guy who I really liked. I thought that he hated me, but boy was I so wrong! Well, we were just standing there getting bored, and before I knew it, he kissed me! I was in total shock and couldn't move or talk until the bus came! That sure was a great way to start off the day!"
"So, there was this girl Emily in my freshman class who was SO conceited. Seriously, she worshipped the ground she walked on. I didn't like her because she's the school slut, but everyone else seemed to think she was so nice. Well, I recently found out that she was addicted to drugs and sex. I felt so bad for not liking her after that."
"I went to the movies with an old friend, her boyfriend, and her boyfriend's friend. I thought her BF was really hot, and he must have thought I was too because he kept staring at me. Before the movie her BF said he wanted to buy us popcorn, so I went with him. Right before we went back into the theater, we started making out! Right at that moment, my friend walked out the door and saw us. She was so mad and didn't speak to me EVER again. Perhaps we should've picked a more private place to make out!"
"My parents and sister were out of the house one night, so I invited over this boy I had a crush on to watch a movie. There happened to be a thunderstorm that night, so right in the middle of the movie the power went out. I got up to get a flashlight in my closet, and when I got back, I tripped over one of my (many) shoes and landed on the bed right next to him! So we start kissing, you know, just the innocent stuff, but it quickly got steamier! Before we knew it, we heard my sister's car in the driveway, so I had to put on my shirt and he had to get his shoes on and make it to the back door in lightning speed! It was so devious!"
"Once when my parents went away for the weekend, my older sister had to baby-sit. Well, in the middle of night I found her in the pool with her boyfriend making out. It was going pretty far when my parents walked through the door! They asked me where my sister was, and I pointed outside. My mom caught them in the pool, so they never let her baby-sit again!"
"One day I was at my friend's house riding on her sister's skateboard when I crashed into her sister's puzzle. We tried putting it back together but couldn't, so she decided to lie and tell her mom the cat did it. I was totally against it and wanted to tell the truth, but I knew it risked our friendship. So her mom and sister still think the darn cat did it!"
"One day at school my friends and I were playing around with a bottle of Victoria's Secret perfume spray during recess. A few of my friends had the bright idea that I go up and spray the perfume on my crush. Well, I did, but it went right into his eyes. Oh no!!! I could not believe it. He doesn't hate me, but he hasn't been paying much attention to me either — just in case I have another bottle of spray!"
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My humiliating loss-of-virginity story is so incredibly unbelievable that it’s virtually an urban legend among my friends. But I swear that each and every word of this is true.
When I was in high school I was awarded the opportunity to go on a foreign exchange to a lovely tropical paradise—ah, Brazil—for senior year. As high-school girls are prone to do, I met a guy, another exchange student. We were the queen and king of virgin teenagers: I never had ANY dates in high school and neither did he. After the first kiss all thoughts went to sex almost immediately. We decided that AS SOON AS HUMANLY POSSIBLE we were going to lose our virginities to each other.
We first tried at his house. We thought the shower would be a “sexy” place to do it and that the rushing water would also be a nice cover for any strange noises. In this particular tropical country, showerheads are often electric and some fool had made theirs out of metal . I touched the showerhead briefly and was shocked so severely that I fell and spun out across the floor. At that point his host mother barged in, dragged me out of the house by my feet (buck naked, mind you), called me a ”whore,” and kicked me to the curb.
We came up with another brilliant idea: We would borrow something similar to a rowboat from a friend, paddle out onto the local lake, and get the deed done. This boat was something like 20 feet long, about 1 foot deep, and about 4 feet wide, and made of wood. We brought the necessary items: a bottle of liquor, a joint, and a condom. We paddled out and were almost instantly naked. I stuffed our clothes under the seat in the front of the boat. After one slug of the booze and one puff off the joint, we commenced to clumsily roll around in the bottom of the boat. We were about to do the deed when I told him my ass was getting wet.
“That’s supposed to happen,” he said.
A little lesson in boats: They sink slowly until they’re about half full of water, then they go down like lead weights. I was a little preoccupied with getting it on to notice that the boat was filling from the rear until the fateful moment of entry. I figured I’d better be on my back for this moment, so I let myself lay back and I’ll be damned if my hair wasn’t floating about my head. I threw him off me, jumped up hollering about the boat sinking, and grabbed a paddle to head for shore.
We didn’t make it. We sunk. Like the Titanic . A few minutes later we were standing on shore bare-naked. Yes, we had to walk home bare-naked. We decided to go to my house instead of his because we figured that the people I was staying with would be more understanding or easier to lie to. Upon arrival, the house was dark and it looked as if they weren’t home. He asked me to unlock the gate. I said, “Where, exactly, would I have put the keys?” So, he had to boost me over the gate so I could unlock it from the other side.
I landed on the other side and was about to unlock the gate when my host father and brother walked around the corner of the house. They asked what I’d been doing.
I was about to say “No” when Andrew shouts from the other side of the fence, “Yeah, I’m here, can you let me in please?”
When he walked in naked, they lost it laughing at us. But they never actually said anything or asked any “real” questions. For days afterward, my girlfriends kept asking, “So… did you?” and I honestly didn’t know. In the excitement, I couldn’t remember if he ever got it in or not.
I did eventually lose my virginity. In my host family’s house, on a marble floor, while watching an AC/DC concert broadcast from São Paulo. The family graciously gave us lots of alone time and pretended that they never noticed.
After a brief period of fooling around in the bedroom at a party, this girl I had just met decided that we should “take a drive.” We found a dark spot off a country road and continued fooling around in the back of my car. She pulled out the condoms she bought at a gas station and we started to do the deed. As things started getting hot and heavy, my foot slipped off the center hump on the floorboard. I lost my balance and did a face plant into the side window. My nose started to bleed all over her head. I was glad that bleeding all over her did not deter her from wanting to “see” me again.
I was 15 and my BF was 17. We were at a party and we snuck off into a bedroom and pushed a dresser against the door. After some serious dry humping it was time to get naked. I had never seen my BF’s cock before, just kinda felt it through his clothes, and suddenly there was this GIGANTIC cock in front of me. In my mind, I think this is about the worst thing that could happen to a virgin. I was already scared it was going to hurt and then I see this trouser anaconda flop out of ol’ BF’s pants. I went on to have the s
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