Indecent. @ 03:17 am
The first paragraph has some graphic sexual assault description. Skip it if you think it may be triggering. I will not cut this post. In fact, I'm keeping this post public, because WHAT HAPPENED IS NOT MY FAULT.
I was assaulted a few days after I returned to Philadelphia from my vacation in Texas. It was 5:30pm, I was preparing to leave work, bent over unlocking my scooter, and some fucked-up asshole grabs me. He reached up under my dress and pinched me as if he was administering the "shocker." I mostly felt his thumb try to enter my anus, but I also felt his fingers try to poke my vagina. Luckily, I always wear bike shorts when I wear a dress. He didn't penetrate.
I had my motorcycle helmet on and had my thick chain in my hands, so when I felt him grab me, I jerked back. I think I hit him with my helmet. I don't know. I didn't even realize I had my Kryptonite chain in my hands, I was so freaked out. I just started shouting curse words at him. He seemed surprised through the haze of beer and/or drugs. "I didn't do nuthin!" He exclaimed. He staggered back a step or two, and then slowly loped away.
I looked around me. I looked directly into the eyes of a man who appeared old enough to be a grad student. He quickly looked down. He had seen. He was a witness. He quickened his pace, walking briskly away from me. "Motherfucking son of a BITCH," I muttered to myself. I was going to have to take care of this myself.
I hopped onto my scooter and rode down the walkway to the campus police station. I saw my assailant walking down the same path. I sped up, as if I were trying to hit him. He hears me, turns around to face me, and stands there glaring at me with bloodshot eyes, as if daring me to hit him. I stop short, nearly falling over I was so upset. "You'd better run. You had better fucking RUN, motherfucker!" He snarls at my seemingly empty threat.
I ride on to the cop stand, and run inside to where a bike cop is talking with an old man paper-pusher. "I was just grabbed! This guy just grabbed my...my...ah...butt! He's walking right over there!" The bike cop straddles his bicycle as the desk jockey asks me to describe him. We walk outside just as the creep walks down into the Founder's Garden turning from Liacouras Walk to Berks Walk. "There he is. That's him, right there!" I shriek.
Back-up policemen arrive in a patrol car. I lock up my scooter to the bike rack in front of the station and sit down in the slippery hard backseat of a police car. They need me to positively identify my attacker, so I do. They need to take me to the Special Victim's Unit to make a statement, so I do.
Have you ever been to an SVU? There is an entire play area with toys, lots of girls' toys, for all the girls who have been assaulted. This is my second time here.
I give a statement to a detective, who tells me a few things. I was indecently assaulted. He will be released after charges are pressed because indecent assault is only a misdemeanor in the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania. I should not be concerned about his retaliation against me for reporting him to the police because this type of criminal is typically a coward.
I barely remember riding back to Temple from the SVU. I barely remember riding my scooter home that night. I remember I had to miss a blind date that evening. I remember I Tweeted a lot. I remember having an asthma (panic?) attack in the playroom/waiting room of the SVU. Around 10 o'clock that night, I receive a phone call. It's the detective. "The perp fell asleep in holding. He was pretty drunk," she said. Because he passed out in jail, they had time to get his record, learn he was on parole, and get the DA to sign permission to hold him. "He's not going to bother you anymore."
Tomorrow, I go to court to formally press charges at his hearing. It was supposed to be a few weeks ago, but the lawyer with the DA motioned to have the trial postponed when he learned the motherfucker had a prior for the exact same offense from 1990. Records dating that far back aren't online, so the DA's office needed time to locate and study those files.
So, I think this nightmare will finally end tomorrow. I think. I hope.
I was assaulted a few days after I returned to Philadelphia from my vacation in Texas. It was 5:30pm, I was preparing to leave work, bent over unlocking my scooter, and some fucked-up asshole grabs me. He reached up under my dress and pinched me as if he was administering the "shocker." I mostly felt his thumb try to enter my anus, but I also felt his fingers try to poke my vagina. Luckily, I always wear bike shorts when I wear a dress. He didn't penetrate.
I had my motorcycle helmet on and had my thick chain in my hands, so when I felt him grab me, I jerked back. I think I hit him with my helmet. I don't know. I didn't even realize I had my Kryptonite chain in my hands, I was so freaked out. I just started shouting curse words at him. He seemed surprised through the haze of beer and/or drugs. "I didn't do nuthin!" He exclaimed. He staggered back a step or two, and then slowly loped away.
I looked around me. I looked directly into the eyes of a man who appeared old enough to be a grad student. He quickly looked down. He had seen. He was a witness. He quickened his pace, walking briskly away from me. "Motherfucking son of a BITCH," I muttered to myself. I was going to have to take care of this myself.
I hopped onto my scooter and rode down the walkway to the campus police station. I saw my assailant walking down the same path. I sped up, as if I were trying to hit him. He hears me, turns around to face me, and stands there glaring at me with bloodshot eyes, as if daring me to hit him. I stop short, nearly falling over I was so upset. "You'd better run. You had better fucking RUN, motherfucker!" He snarls at my seemingly empty threat.
I ride on to the cop stand, and run inside to where a bike cop is talking with an old man paper-pusher. "I was just grabbed! This guy just grabbed my...my...ah...butt! He's walking right over there!" The bike cop straddles his bicycle as the desk jockey asks me to describe him. We walk outside just as the creep walks down into the Founder's Garden turning from Liacouras Walk to Berks Walk. "There he is. That's him, right there!" I shriek.
Back-up policemen arrive in a patrol car. I lock up my scooter to the bike rack in front of the station and sit down in the slippery hard backseat of a police car. They need me to positively identify my attacker, so I do. They need to take me to the Special Victim's Unit to make a statement, so I do.
Have you ever been to an SVU? There is an entire play area with toys, lots of girls' toys, for all the girls who have been assaulted. This is my second time here.
I give a statement to a detective, who tells me a few things. I was indecently assaulted. He will be released after charges are pressed because indecent assault is only a misdemeanor in the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania. I should not be concerned about his retaliation against me for reporting him to the police because this type of criminal is typically a coward.
I barely remember riding back to Temple from the SVU. I barely remember riding my scooter home that night. I remember I had to miss a blind date that evening. I remember I Tweeted a lot. I remember having an asthma (panic?) attack in the playroom/waiting room of the SVU. Around 10 o'clock that night, I receive a phone call. It's the detective. "The perp fell asleep in holding. He was pretty drunk," she said. Because he passed out in jail, they had time to get his record, learn he was on parole, and get the DA to sign permission to hold him. "He's not going to bother you anymore."
Tomorrow, I go to court to formally press charges at his hearing. It was supposed to be a few weeks ago, but the lawyer with the DA motioned to have the trial postponed when he learned the motherfucker had a prior for the exact same offense from 1990. Records dating that far back aren't online, so the DA's office needed time to locate and study those files.
So, I think this nightmare will finally end tomorrow. I think. I hope.
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Y'all are surprised?
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