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Don't read this article on Not Rape, it hurts, and in none of the good ways.

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umbra_mentis
Jan. 13th, 2009 01:40 am (UTC)
That's an excellent article - I've never suffered NR myself for which I'm eternally grateful but it's an issue that's been brushed under the carpet for too long; thank you for linking to it.
mobdrazhar
Jan. 13th, 2009 04:40 am (UTC)
very interesting article... thanks for showing it... where do you find all these?
paradigmshifty
Jan. 13th, 2009 09:50 am (UTC)
Probably the same place I read them - erudito :-)
gothtigger
Jan. 13th, 2009 10:51 pm (UTC)
Thank you! Being the generation older than this girl, I hadn't considered the Rape/Not Rape dichotomy. To my generation it was "all" wrong; rape, sexual assault, molestation etc. All wrong and not to be tolerated.

Had no idea that the next gen down was growing up with these kinds of issues *still* being swept under the carpet.

Guess I'm sadder and wiser today.
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Desert Rose

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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