Submit or Resist Sexual Attack?

If the headlines doesn’t scare the hell out of you, I don’t know what will.  But knowledge is power and so, I keep reading, researching, being more and more horrified at every turn.  But today I had to laugh.  The headline read:

Air Force brochure on sexual assault advises victims to submit rather than resist attackers
“The US Air Force – and  the military in general  â€“ has a  massive problem with sexual assault  and they apparently think one of the solutions is telling potential victims to submit rather than resist their attackers.

A sexual assault awareness poster.

Personally, I don’t intend to be mean, but woman have no business being put in a combat position (except for the occasional bull dyke).  Most (not all) females just aren’t made that way.  They don’t have that killer instinct and the drive to protect that is ingrained into a man.  It’s part of who he is. It’s in his DNA.

But wait… these women weren’t raped it combat, they weren’t even overseas…

An Air Force investigation last year also identified 31 female cadets who were allegedly  sexually assaulted by their trainers at a Texas base. Clearly, this is no small problem for the military.

There have been three attempts at raping me.  Only once was I where I should have expected complete safety, my own home.  I was lucky that time. The man was a neighbor I knew, I woke up with him on top of me wearing nothing but a sweater over his head.  I was pinned down.

I struggled until I managed to get one arm free.  Once I got the sweater off, realized who it was.  I just acted crazy, called him everything but a white man (he was black).  He ran out of my house with me chasing him.  I went and had a talk with his sister.  I never did press charges.

The second time, I was out alone on the street at 4:00 a.m. – walking as if I owned the world.  A guy jumped out of a car, ran up behind me and put his arm around my throat.  Thinking quickly, I reached into my back pocket, pulled out my knife, flipped it open and stuck it to his neck.  I said, “MF if you don’t let go of me right now, I’m going to cut your throat wide open.”

He let me go, I ran the two blocks to the police station.  The cops picked him up 15-minutes later.  I didn’t even have to testify.  The guy was out on parole from prison for rape.  They sent him back on a  parole  violation.

The last thing I would ever advise anyone to do is cooperate.  Act mean, fight back, be  vicious, bite, kick, knee him in the gonads, whatever it takes, until you get free.  If I’m ever raped the man will have  scars to show, because I’ll make sure I inflict as much pain on him as he inflicts on me.

Always fight back!  Learn to use a gun.  Carry a knife, mace, a taser… anything but be sure to be comfortable with it.  I was able to get to my knife so quickly because I had practiced getting it opening in a hurry.  I oiled it, cleaned, and I sharpened it almost every day.  I even slept with it and I’ll tell you the truth:

The night before the attempted rape in my apartment I had heard noises outside my window.  He’s lucky he didn’t break in that night, because I slept with my knife OPEN under my pillow that night.  The good Lord was watching out for him.

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