A long time ago, I wrote a piece on Jezebel about whether rape jokes could ever be funny.
Unfortunately, at some point, all the line breaks disappeared, rendering it difficult to read and so, in honor of my CBC appearance to discuss it, I reproduced it below.
When my victim’s advocate called me up the week after I was assaulted, she went over the rape kit results and what I could expect from the process, and asked me if I had any questions. I asked her if they could tell me the name of the man who had been arrested for assaulting me, and I heard her shuffle through papers. His name, she said, was “Hey-zeus” after which I started laughing.
An agnostic, I was raped by Jesus.
