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Oh hey there. You're looking hot. I hope you don't mind me saying. I wanted to write about a big topic today. It's not pretty, it's not polite, and it's messy. Because today I am writing about rape. If you think you will find this post upsetting, offensive or a trigger for you, feel free to switch off now. I won't be offended. Here goes. I know I've hinted at past trauma in previous posts. And you may have already guessed what happened to me. But The Rebel Poetess is all about being 100% real, and I am hoping this will be the last post of this type. I am seeing a counsellor now, and want the blog to be about what I intended it for. Books, poetry, arts, food, beauty, politics. But if I sugar coat anything it isn't true and it isn't right. I would be misleading you. So, basically, my first time, was not consensual. Yes I am talking about rape. I was 18, and it was somebody I knew. I know this will be upsetting and maybe