Media Outreach Week

It has been media outreach week here at rapeisrape.org. I cannot, for the life of me, believe no one has picked up this story. There is a fucking sex tape! That normally is all you need. Though they did say they couldn’t put it on the air—so, rape tape.

No, this is a great story. As someone who has watched politics for years, this has a little bit of everything. We have a cover-up, we have resignations, we have an entire administrative staff being removed from the Division of Insurance as insurance rates went alarmingly high.

Now everyone is waiting for what I get from the AG’s office. Me too, guys—it’s only been, what, three months? Just two more to go. I hope they give me something. Something that explains some of this. I’d love to know what the terrorism unit thinks of me. That should be a fun read.

Anyway, I hit up the small papers and websites. Went into Reno because it is state, not just Vegas. So far all I’ve been told is that they’re waiting for me to get records.

Like, someone has to do the DOI story. It made all the papers the last two times the commissioner stepped down, and it was for no reason. You have proof, evidence, documentation that something went down at DOI, and within a year everyone is gone. That is not coincidence. Oh, and I have documentation of the NDA they made everyone sign.

It’s my understanding, though, that one didn’t sign. Just refused—because they were covering it up. Good on ya! Hopefully one day you can be a key witness.

And I’m fucking sorry, but the AG counter-fucking-terrorism surveillance of a rape victim? That in and of itself is a story, especially given that the reason they said they were investigating me wasn’t real. It says a post I made on Facebook. This was like nine days after I started the website and the Facebook page. I was pissed at Wolfson more so than Ford. I never said anything to or about the AG's Office or Aaron Ford prior to the date on that email. So why the fuck were they investigating me, and why the continued surveillance?

I’ll admit the profanity comes across as aggressive. I’ve called Ford a bitch on every social media platform and told him to go fuck himself. But they’re words. I’m still fascinated about how my constitutionally protected speech—fuck yous and all—somehow has placed me on the top of the fucking threat list.

Let’s discuss my criminal record. I have been arrested exactly one time in my life. Was it a violent crime? Nope. Was it a property crime? Nope. Was it drug or alcohol related? Nope. I got arrested for yelling at a cop. I told him to go fuck himself, and he told me to go stand by his car. But I wasn’t being detained, so I said no and started walking away. He cuffed me.

The reason for this interaction was because my neighbor threatened to shoot my dog and I yelled at her. I’m sorry, would you not throw down at a minimum verbally if someone threatened to shoot your pet?

I was charged with failing to obey a lawful order and a noise violation. The noise? My voice. I’m a little proud of my voice being loud enough to constitute a noise violation. It was daytime too. I spent six hours in jail. Then, when I went to get my car they impounded, they told me to wait, so I did—in my kid’s car, playing “Fuck the Police” on full blast in their parking lot.

See, y’all, I’ve always been like this. I am not just defiant and disrespectful of authority, I also enjoy fucking with them when they piss me off. Just little things like playing “Fuck the Police.” Minor, non-violent, and legal, but incredibly stupid if you don’t want to be in trouble kind of shit—just for funsies.

Moral of the story: don’t fuck with my dog, cops have no sense of humor, and journalism is dead. Or maybe just napping. Maybe it only takes one stubborn reporter to wake it up again, my voice is a noise violation so I can help. If that’s you, thank you — because survivors like me can’t tell this story alone.