i had a post all thought out for today, one about all of Jakes ghosty buddies. But something happened to me an hour or so ago that I want to get down in words and out there because clearly the only way I can deal with anything is by telling you about it. Please excuse any weird spelling or word errors, I'm doing this post from my phone because I'm totally computerless at home and no way in hell can I get to my office due to the mob scene downtown. I had a meeting with the city at 16 and Cherry this morning and I knew the only way to get back to my office was to use the underground transit tunnels. Easy enough, I use them all the time. I figured Suburban Station would be my best bet, and it was pretty clear around the entrance... Until I got to the steps. A train must have just let out because there was a million people coming up. I got bum rushed, my feet weren't even touching the ground and I had no choice but to be pushed along 15th toward Market. At first I figured what the hell. It was amazing to see the trees packed with people, the lunch trucks were holding 20 people on the roofs, the tops of the bus stops and business signs and lamp posts and fences were packed with people. They were as thick in the air as they were on the ground. We were such a thick crowd that it was hard to breathe, you could lift both feet off the ground and you wouldn't slide down. Fun for like a minute. I tried to push through to get off 15th. Maybe 16th would be clearer. i couldn't turn around. I realized that the man behind me, the one who kept apologizing for pushing was doing more than trying to push through he had his hands on my hips, and when I tried to pull away he dug his finger tips
in hard enough so I couldnt twist away and pressed his obnoxiously apparent hard on into my butt. I tried pushing him away but there was no where to go. I tried kicking him but there was no room to get any sort of momentum for a kick to matter. I asked him to stop and he calmly said something about being very sorry, but there was just nowhere to go. I told the people around me what was happening and no one did anything other than say things lika "shut the fuck up bitch, you aren't getting thru" and "stop talking about those things in front of my kids, we were here first". The police officers nearby Looked my way, but they just figured I was some ridiculous fan getting loud at my dad. He was older, typical dirty old white man. I finally got a chance to break free when a lady came through with her stroller. I pushed thru as fast as I could. He followed me for about a half a block but I lost him. I am not totally upset that I was touched like that. It is disgusting, and disturbing, that it is that easy to fall victim to someone like that. Its embarrassing. I feel like I shouldce realized earlier what was happening but it was really just so crowded that being jostled a bit seemed right on par with what was going on. He probably could have gone unnoticed until he got hands on with my vagina. Under no circumstances should that be jostled in a crowd. My real probleM isn't with the sick fuck who probably prayed for a win so he could frotteurzize a million girls my problem is with the fact that I was within earshot of 100 people, none of whom offered an ounce of help. I never felt so alone and helpless in my entire life.