#quotes #neverendingstory #theylooklikestronghands
Sherlock dress!!! Check out the smiley face and the purse! Want! #DragonCon13
I originally wrote this because I wanted to get it out of my head. But I’m hoping sharing it will help someone else who might have the same thing happen to them.
So last night I was assaulted at an after hours party at San Diego Comic-Con. I’m not going to say which one, but let’s just say it’s one of the very few that go after normal party hours and if you’re even a casual acquaintance of mine, you were probably there.
It started out as an wonderful geektastic time. SDCC is my nerd summer camp; it’s my place to see all my friends and people whose work I admire, to enjoy soaking up the fandom energy and marvel at the imaginative t-shirts. Fun, right?
I was following a few friends away from the dance floor when my brain froze. It took a half second to process that I had just felt the guy going the other way slide his hand up my leg and under my dress to cup my ass. It took less time than that to turn around away from my friends and grab the creep by the shirt, spinning him back towards me as hard as I could. I had enough time to register his face before he wrenched away from me and drunkenly pushed into the packed dance floor.
It’s interesting just how much went through my mind in that tiny moment. There’s the shock it happened at all. The gut reaction of PUNCH THAT REPULSIVE WHORESON INTO NEXT WEEK!!1! The pre-emptive guilty mind (You’ll just make it worse). There’s even the the instinct to dismiss it completely (It wasn’t that bad, it happened so fast, it’s not a big deal).
By this time he had lost himself in the crowd. I debated for a moment more, but decided that if I saw him again, that would be a sign. A sign the universe wanted me to beat the crap out of this douchenozzle.
By this point my boyfriend had come back around. He immediately could tell something was off and asked about it. I, having already decided I wasn’t going to play Hunt-The-Dicknose, tried to play it off. My smart guy was keen to my wiles and pursued the matter til I hesitatingly explained what had happened. At that moment, the universe was clearly in a sign-giving mood because guess who walked Right. By. Us.
Boyfriend slammed the dude up against a wall. Security separated them and held me back. We explained the situation, cops were called, the human ass-barnacle was identified and it all ended with them taking him away.
…I HATE that I didn’t hit the guy.
It’s not like I didn’t come close. My fist was clenched. I had started towards him. Something stopped me. It might’ve been that my boyfriend already had him and it just would’ve been a sucker punch. It might’ve been that I didn’t want to escalate things further. It’s hard to say.
Don’t get me wrong. I know I did the right thing by not hitting him. Besides grabbing him and turning him around, I never laid a hand on him. According to the police I now have an ironclad case of misdemeanor sexual assault against that bucket of reptilian poo.
But I HATE that I never hit him.
The only thing that kept me from feeling like I had failed myself was knowing that my first instinct had been to go after the guy. I didn’t hesitate. I turned around and confronted him.
The cops currently have him in custody. They tell me that my boyfriend and I did everything exactly right. I’m apparently “the best victim witness” they’ve ever had.
So…achievement unlocked? Best Victim Witness….10 points?
What I truly loathed about the whole encounter is that it had ruined the night. It ruined the true FUN I was having with friends in a place where I was supposed to be able to feel safe. This party was invite-only. I knew a lot of people there. That means this cowardly weenie (who was by himself the whole time) probably knew a friend of mine.
That bothers me. It also bothers me that this unevolved primate ruined not just my night, but the nights of my friends who care about me and made sure I was okay afterward (By the way guys: you know who you are. I love you all). It bothers me that this one single skin tag of a Homo sapien could have that effect and that even now I can still feel his hand on my skin.
Writing this was mostly therapeutic. But I wanted to share what I went through because while I can hope this violation never happens to anyone else, I know it will. Unfortunately, that’s just the world we live in. All I can say to you is that even though a giant part of me still wishes I had knocked that drunken ape’s teeth out of his head, most of me is glad that there is now absolutely no doubt who was, for lack of a better term, a victim. We left the guy in the hands of the police and he is hopefully even at this moment staring at a jail cell wall.
I managed to have the best case scenario of a crappy thing: Lots of security around, tons of cameras documenting the action, and a loving boyfriend who knew enough to only make sure that guy wasn’t going anywhere. You may not be so lucky.
But don’t let the guy get away. Don’t convince yourself that it’s not a big deal. If someone does this to you, chances are they’ll do it to someone else. AND IT’S NOT OKAY.
Call the cops. Press charges. It’s worth it.
Oh, and stick around after you identify the jerk. Watching that pimple on humanity’s taint get led away in handcuffs and put into the back of a cop car will make you feel better. I guarantee it.
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When I first woke up:
When I remembered Locke & Key: Omega 5 comes out today:
I’ll often write down little snippets of conversation or thoughts to use for writing a more complete story later. But I kinda like this one all on its own.
She crept up the stairs in pursuit of the sound. Silently berating herself the whole way: “Isn’t this what gets people killed in every movie you’ve ever seen?”
It hadn’t been a moan, exactly. It hadn’t been that low-pitched; more of a static squeak from upstairs that had stopped as soon as she had risen off the couch. She paused on the landing, listening intently. A thump, yes, definitely, she had definitely heard something this time.
She continued upstairs.
Hmm. I want to go to sleep, but I REALLY don’t want to move my cat #harddecisions
After scouring the internet for Butterbeer recipes, I came across one site who had tried out several. I picked the one below to try out myself because it seemed like the best combination of simple and tasty. I’ve updated the portions to what we found worked best. This was awesome for a group!!
(First of all, I found the rum extract at a baking supply store labeled as ‘Rum flavoring’. It’s highly concentrated but non alcoholic)
In a small saucepan over medium, combine the brown sugar and water. Bring to a gentle boil and cook, stirring often, until the mixture reads 240 F on a candy thermometer. (I didn’t bother with the candy thermometer and just boiled it while stirring for a couple minutes. Turned out fine.)
Stir in the butter, salt, vinegar and 1/4 heavy cream. Set aside to cool to room temperature.
Once the mixture has cooled, stir in the rum extract.
In a medium bowl, combine 2 tablespoons of the brown sugar mixture and the remaining 1/2 cup of heavy cream. Use an electric mixer to beat until just thickened, but not completely whipped, about 2 to 3 minutes.
To serve, pour half of the brown sugar mixture into a pitcher, then add some cream soda. Stir to mix, then continue to fill the pitcher with cream soda, mix again.
What I found worked best was keeping a spoon in the pitcher and having the guests mix it a little before pouring into a cup, then spooning a bit of the whipped cream on top. This recipe made enough for 2 pitchers full of delicious awesome Butterbeer.
The World’s End party at #sdcc. Dress by Haute Hippe, bag from Rebecca Minkoff and AV Max necklace. Awkward pose by me. ;) #nofilter #redcarpet #wellactuallybluecarpet
What a magical evening last night at the @lojmasquerade! My gorgeous dress/wings from @lillyxandra #loj
Amongst the awesomeness of the Machinima #RechargeE3 party, I found Samara! Also a crapload of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. Because why not?
Why spend $$ on alterations when you have a wardrobe dept & a crapload of safety pins? #actresslife
May the 4th be with you. At an industrial club. Always. #dasbunker #maythe4thbewithyou @castlecorsetry