April is Sexual Assault Awareness month. I have been painfully aware of sexual assault recently, and frankly it makes me tired. I have been taking a dance class since the beginning of the year, and at first it was really fun. I am out of shape but I still remember how to move, and if I’m careful I can still dance and not break anything. Then one day I came to class to find that a rape had happened. Between class mates. The teacher told us about it, said the campus police wanted anyone with information to come forward. She said he was in jail, and it was clear she did not agree with that. It was a case of he said she said, she said, and they had to put him in jail because he was accused. There was speculation, she is tall they said. How could he over power her?
It was obvious who he was. There were only three men in the class and two of them were there with us hearing the story. The man missing had been creepy. He wore underwear instead of shorts. His friends were high school girls. He was obviously a trained dancer, but he wasn’t brilliant or anything. I just got a creepy vibe from him. I never spoke with him, I kept to myself. He seemed friendly enough, I was friendly to him in return. I have no idea what happened but I can tell you that man seemed odd to me. Continue reading