Rape

Rape ... Rape .... Rape, Rape, Rape. There! That wasn't so hard to say, it wasn't so hard to hear either, was it? Was it?! We have begun to censor the word rape, why? If it can be done, why can it not be spoken? She was not violated by a fruit, he did not "grape" her, he fucking raped her! He was not assaulted by numbers and symbols, she did not "R@P£" him, she fucking raped him! He was touched, she was raped, they were groomed, AND I CAN ASSURE YOU THAT IT. WASN'T. FUCKING. CENSORED. He felt it. She heard it. They saw it. It happened. Why can't you say it? Do you feel uncomfortable? Is it disturbing? Is it scary? Are you disgusted? Well, imagine how the victims felt. The more we censor the word with ridiculous cover-ups and conveniently shaped symbols and digits, the more easy it becomes for people to ignore the actions that have been made, and brush it off, excusing it as "nature", and ignoring the intent. It is rape, call it what it is, and give these victims back their voices.