Bitchfaces, y’all…how is everyone? Envious ass wanna-be me hos? Y’all good?
Fantastic. Glad to hear it. However, I’ve brought a little fat to chew tonight, and we ain’t talking off the bovine.
Y’all get a lick of what’s going down in the Keys. Today, an Uber driver struck a 10-year prison stint deal with the state, and here’s why:
An Uber driver in Florida was sentenced to 10 years imprisonment for raping a woman who initially believed he was saving her from a separate sexual assault.
The Miami Herald reported that in September 2021, a 34-year-old tourist in Key West was being raped by a man, who police believe to be Jorge Calderon Nunez, for several minutes before Kerry Calvin Gasag intervened and offered her a ride.
While the woman was in his car, Gasag propositioned her for sex, which caused her to panic and exit the vehicle. He followed her and subsequently raped her at the Southernmost Point buoy.
Oh, yeah, you read it right. He saw her being raped, “saved her”, then raped her. Ten years. That’s what is happening with this fucking maggot.
And yet, we wonder why rapists rape again and again. Could it be because they’re barely punished? Remember, he’ll be out in 8. 7.5 if he work releases out.
For rape. Of a woman he just witnessed being raped.
These motherfuckers.
You know, I try not to discuss my own assault often, but if you’ve been here awhile, you’ve undoubtedly read about how a man got his fucking eye knocked out of socket with a slapjack trying to rape me.
I wish that was the only instance, however, we all know that isn’t the case, as I am a woman and have been a victim of harassment and worse since damned near birth. I know that is the case with many of us, and for that I am sorry.
You know what helped me a great deal though? I learned to remove myself from the mental trauma with some therapy, sure, but therapeutic acts, self-care, that’s what really pulled me through. I garden. I do my toenails. I walk dogs. I do anything that feels healing to me; the water, the rain, coloring even.
I pull myself through the worst times in a flowerbed with a Stella. It’s what heals me, and I don’t care if it’s medically approved therapy.
I hope, if you’ve been through a trauma, you’ve found your healing habits. If not, feel free to borrow mine. Of course, should you need help with therapy, or medical aftercare, hit a Bitchface up. I’ll help you look for what you need, sis. It’s what I’m here for.
Please, take care of yourselves. No matter what happened, we all have wounds to heal. Mine like hibiscus, but it’s up to you how you replant your garden. I’m here with the potting soil should you need it.
Love-
Q
I have my own horrifying experiences. There’s something devastating about walking around knowing you could be a target. Having a massive 90 pound dog named Max is a way that I feel better when I’m out. However, I’ll never stop being hyper vigilant. Send me your email and I send pictures of Max and Viggo. I love you