So, just a quick rant. Also, trigger warning, I guess. I don't really believe in those, but, I'll give one anyway, because I know some people just don't want to see this kind of content in general. I sure as hell don't.

A friend of mine has some serious depression, and she doesn't like it when I make jokes about it (not about her, but like depression jokes). The first time she told me to stop because she really hates them, I did. I make sure I don't do them around her, and honestly in general I've just stopped making those kinds of jokes.

Alternatively, I don't like rape jokes, or really anything to do with it. I hate the word, I hate what it means, and I hate it when people joke about it.

She makes them all the time, and I've asked her to stop because they make me uncomfortable. It just... makes me sick and makes me shudder.

(I know some of you are thinking "but you've read stories that pretty much feature rape" and, yes, I did. Probably a year, if not a little less, ago. Since then I've come to abhor them. Romanticizing rape is awful and it shits on those who have to live through it.)

So, you know, I've asked her to stop; seems reasonable right?

"Well, you've never been raped before so I don't see the big deal."

What. The. Fuck.

Honestly this has made me more mad than anything else. Like, do I really have to experience it to gain your sympathy? That's disgusting; I would never wish it on anyone. Death is better than that. Yet you say it's no big deal?

Honestly, fuck you.

I like her, she's a nice girl. But this... I don't know. It just peeves me off to no end. Honestly, it makes me mad that she just assumed I'm not a survivor (note: I have not ever experienced that nor do I want to), which is a dick move all on its own. Because what do you know about me? We literally have known each other for a year. That's definitely not enough time to just know all of our deep dark secrets.

I'm just so mad right now.

Like, I hope I clearly explained why I was mad.

Because I am super pissed.