I love you, Richard, but if you ever put your pecker where it’s not welcome, you can bet your sweet entitled ass, I will NOT be writing any letter to any judge telling him or her all the wonderful things I love about you. Let me be very clear about this. Do NOT put your penis, your hand, your finger, your tongue or anything permanently or temporarily attached to your body into any orifice of another woman WITHOUT her consent.
Just to be clear. Here is the definition of rape. Rape is a type of sexual assault usually involving sexual intercourse or other forms of sexual penetration perpetrated against a person without that person’s consent.
Why won’t I write that letter to that judge?
Because I’m angry. I’m angry that another parent refuses to own up to their child’s (errr…adult child) behavior. I’m angry that an unconscious woman was raped and he is seemingly “getting away” with it.
Your father and I are raising you to be a kind, gentle man who respects others. Not take advantage of another human. Never mind taking advantage of another person completely unconscious.
I will NOT be lamenting about the fact that you would be devastated about choices you made over an “event” YOU caused to happen. Let’s be real. Rape is NOT an event. An event is something like the 5K Turkey Trot we have run many times. Rape is…well…rape. See definition above. Let’s not sugarcoat it. It’s rape. Plain and simple.
And, if you so choose to spend 20 minutes of your life putting your pecker where it isn’t welcome, then those 20 minutes of YOUR doing is something that will alter the course of your life. Not to mention our lives, as well. Forever. So, for the love of God or whomever you turn to in your moment of crisis, DO NOT DO IT. I’m not even hinting at the thought that you would EVER even think about this, I’m simply letting you know where I stand should this ever happen.
Whereas, I was never raped in college, I was raped over and over by my stepfather as a child. The long term effects this has on a woman are ever lasting.
You will go off to college in just over a year. You will drink. You will do stupid things. You will make questionable decisions. You will be on your own for the first time in your life. You will most likely succumb to peer pressure. It’s okay. We all do. We all make poor choices. We all make mistakes. BUT NOT AT THE EXPENSE OF ANOTHER PERSON’S HUMAN DIGNITY.
Brock Turner royally fucked up. Don’t make that same choice. I don’t care how drunk you get. Get a blow up doll. I know most mothers wouldn’t give that advice to their sons, but, then again, I am not most mothers. I was the one who taught you how to throw a football. Taught you how to play hockey. Sat in the water for hours on end holding the ski tips up so you could get up and ski. And, when you finally got up, I was a sitting duck in that water. But that’s what parents do. We are there to teach you. To educate you. To raise you. To love you. To have your back. I will always have your back, but if you take away something from a woman that she will never get back, I won’t have your back. You will be on your own with your own hell to pay.
I know this is extreme but I simply can’t take one more parent excusing their child’s behavior. Minimizing it. And not owning up to it.
You know I love you. You are my first born child. I am extremely proud of you. I am proud of the man you are becoming. So, I am begging you to make good choices. We’ve been saying that since you were in Ms. Joanne’s class in pre-k when you were 3 years old. I will continue to say this whether you are 3 or 18 or 40.
I realize this is a very UNCOMFORTABLE subject. I also realize I am crass and crude. But I’d MUCH RATHER have this conversation with you than one that starts with, “WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?”
You are an amazing young man and I couldn’t be prouder of you. But don’t EVER let 20 minutes of a royal fuck up ruin your life. And what a life you have ahead of you
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