Dear rape apologists and whiners: I've done all the Bad Things. Repeatedly. It's never thevictim's fault.

I have never been raped, despite frequently walking by myself in London late at night and (in my younger days) the odd episode of drunken wandering around in revealing clothing. This is because I am lucky.

I have been mugged once and suffered various minor sexual assaults... all of which have happened when I have been stone cold sober, and most of them when I have been wearing dull work clothes or jeans, in busy places where there were lots of other people around. Only this morning on a crowded tube a gentleman found it necessary to embrace me with both arms from behind while pressing his body against me in order to make his way to the doors.

Not only are the rape myths horrid and victim-blaming, they are TOTAL BOLLOCKS.

Yep, me too. STaggering home virtually incapable at 2am barefoot, falling asleep on someone else's floor with someone I barely know, etc. etc. etc.

I was just lucky enough not to meet a rapist.

incidentally tehre has been a terrible rape near where I live in East London. Broad daylight, busy park, young woman in working clothes. Dragged into a car and into a flat.

Fuck all to do with her. Everything to do with her rapist.