I went to an Open Mic night in a rundown apartment building. All the women seemed drugged up on downers. The men would get on the floor in front of everyone and start talking about how women are bitches and good for nothing except fucking, etc. I actually stood up and invited everyone who wanted a safer space to communicate, socialize, and perform poetry to the CMC.
“If you want to come where you can feel welcome and not harassed and want a safe space. Please come to the Poetry Jam on Thursday. If you want a safe space, we will be there.”
And I walked out, but before I finished speaking I noticed three men in a corner talking derisively about what I was saying. I had a feeling that they would follow me out and accost me. So I rushed down the stairway and tucked away into a long bathroom with about half a dozen stalls. I stood crouched on the toilet in the last stall. They came in looking for me.
They were actually really slow and stupid, and I managed to run past them without getting strong-armed. But then I came upon a horrifying scene in the outside alley. All the women from upstairs, weak from downers were being forced to perform sexual acts. They were restrained with ropes and wires and brutalized by groups of men. The guys were all laughing about it.
It began to rain really hard and fast, and the alley began flooding, and some women were lying on the ground tied up, almost about to drown in the rising puddles. I felt helpless and didn’t know what to do – I was just looking at all of them, unable to proceed, forgetting that I was running. I woke tossing and crying.